Ten minutes was up, and so was my patience.
I stood from the seat and started toward the door, willfully trying to put aside my anger. Perhaps the Lycan King had better plans for Adam, better people for him to meet.
I shouldn't be angry. But it was futile. The annoyance slashed through me, beating against my head, pounding against my common sense.
Hadn't he said five minutes? Couldn't he have obtained an excuse from his father?
I hissed softly when the door opened just before I reached it. Adam stepped in, carrying a tray of food and drinks.
"I'm sorry…" he started, his smile faltering when he realized I had just been about to leave. "My father wanted to introduce me to some people. I got away as soon as I could."
I thought as much. Still, I made a move to get past him, determined to walk out of the hall. I wouldn't be disrespected by anyone.
"Dora, please…"
