My frown deepened as I watched Daniel Blackclaw pour a drink and offer the glass to Zarelle.
“Where’s her new beau Cyric Feymere?” Nicholas wondered out loud. “Is she done with him? Or is—”
He fumbled for his phone. “Maybe I should give him a call. Catch them in flagrante!”
I narrowed my eyes as I observed the group’s interactions. They seemed familiar with each other. When did Zarelle make friends with them? Was it before or after the divorce?
I was acquainted with the Blackclaw brothers, who were friendly enough, but tended to stick to their small clique of mates. When did Zarelle become one of them?
I lost all interest in the drinks. In almost two months since my divorce from Zarelle, I’d come to know more about her than in the past three years combined.
As I waved a
