Zamiel let out another sigh of frustration, watching Carmela take another shot. He wasn't sure how to explain the situation to her, knowing that no matter what he said, she was bound to take it the wrong way. With a sigh he signaled the bartender to leave.
"Carmela, I think it's time we head out," he said, but she paid no heed, lost in her own world.
"Babe," came a soft voice from behind. He looked up to find his fiancée, beautifully dressed, but he couldn't spare a moment to appreciate her beauty as much as he wanted to. His happiness was overshadowed by the turmoil caused by his childhood friends entangled in a game of cat and mouse.
"Nathan is here," she whispered, and Zamiel felt a breath of relief.
"Alpha One is here, Carmela," he said, tapping her shoulder. She donned her mask, placed her purse to the side, and held her gown in one hand as she rose to her feet.
