“What do I call you?”
“Just call me Chris. If I change my accent, just go with it, please. I know many people that hung out in the VIP section.”
It was becoming more fun.
The door at the top opened, and we walked in.
Another bar, with groups of leather couches occupied by people, led to glass windows. The music wasn’t as loud, but you can still hear them. The band was superb.
Wood and metal furniture with a fireplace gave a great ambience to the room. Everyone stared at us, but they went back to their conversation. They probably wondered who we were.
A brown patterned carpet lined the floor.
Lucian got us two drinks, and we walked to couches in the corner that only had a guy lying on the couch. He must’ve passed out.
We sat down on the long sofa opposite the one the guy laid down on and I kept looking around.
There were many people here as I took a sip of a sweet watermelon flavored drink.
Lucian looked around him too and chuckled. “The girl with the long strawberry curls is Arianna. She is the other royal. Caleb’s daughter.”
I looked at who Lucian was looking at. She was beautiful. Had these long strawberry curls cascading down her back. Had a tall nose like her father but feline shaped eyes. She looked nothing like the king.
“She is a bit of a spoiled brat but has a nick for enchantments. She is going to be my lovely wife one day.”
My gaze flickered back to Lucian. “What?”
He nodded.
“No, it’s the Twenty-First Century, not the Middle Ages.”
“I’ll change my father’s mind. Don’t worry.” He took a sip of his drink.
I kept looking at the girl. Guessed I wasn’t the only one who they pushed together. I felt sorry for Lucian. He was going through the same thing I was.
He introduced me to a couple of more people without introducing me to them.
One of them was a famous sports star, not that I recognize the sport at all. Something called the Warbel games. It sounded Greek, but the way Lucian described the game being played with abilities and on flying contraptions with the beasties made it sounds interesting and yet very dangerous. But it piqued my interest.
There were many people from his academy, and my eyes roamed at all of them. I froze when I saw the white hair girl and her slender body. She wore almost nothing. Her crop top showed her ribs, barely covering her boobs, and she wore a short denim skirt with white sneakers. Her denim jacket rounded her look off.
She was friendly with everyone, hugged them, and jumped on some of them. She was stunning, too. Had a lot of confidence. It was so wrong.
She had an overpowering laugh, and I tried to see if Blake was with her. I couldn’t see him anywhere and my gut eased up a bit.
She was beautiful, had big, kissable lips and the bluest eyes I’d ever seen.
She plopped down next to a group of girls on the couches behind us. She screamed her laughter at what one girl said.
“You want to leave?” Lucian asked.
My eyes flickered to his, and I shook my head. He knew why I stared at her and I decided not to look anymore and just drank my sweet drink. It was really amazing.
The band stopped, and one guy said in a twangy accent they were going to take a break. Normal music played, and Lucian and I were into another extensive discussion. Something about Arianna trying to claim the Rubicon and how he made her see her worst nightmare that turned into a circus that the tabloids had a field day with. The door opened, and the band walked in.
Everyone cheered, even Lucian.
I giggled. The guy with long hair, wearing a shirt and jeans, took a bottle of water. My eyes flickered to another big mouth with cropped hair that howled. “The Shifters are on fire.”
