Chapter 63 Esmeralda's Pov

• The clinking of silverware and the low hum of conversation around the dining table had dwindled as dinner came to an end. The servants moved efficiently, clearing away dishes and refilling glasses. I kept my head down, my mind still racing from the events of the evening.
• I hadn’t expected Sheldon’s intervention during dinner, and it left me feeling... conflicted. He was ruthless and calculating, qualities that kept me on edge but tonight, he had shown an unexpected side.
• As I finished the last spoonful of my meal, I felt his gaze on me again. I looked up, meeting his piercing eyes. They held a steady intensity, making my wolf stir uneasily.