Zane's POV ~
And just like that, we're back to another episode of What the Fuck Is My Life?
Their eyes were still glued to me like a damn curse, a plague that wouldn't let go, and my legs had betrayed me...frozen in place, completely useless. Even the music I'd been listening to through my earbuds had faded into nothing, drowned out by the intensity of the moment.
The aroma in the room was sweet and rich, so thick with spices and roasted meats it was practically visible in the air. My stomach growled embarrassingly loud despite the icy, laser-like stares directed at me. A long table stretched across the room, filled to the brim with a ridiculous variety of dishes: roasted duck, glazed vegetables, piles of steaming bread, exotic fruits, and things I didn't even have a name for. Behind every seated Alpha stood a maid...posture straight, expression blank, their sole purpose to serve.
Then his voice came.
"Hi, Zane. Come here."
Cassian.
