“Which would be useful to me,” I agree. “… if I trusted anything that came out of your mouth. Which I don’t.” I step closer tohim so that we’re almost nose to nose. “Next time I see your face, Cian, I will slaughter you where you stand.”
Then I grab Wren and drag her away from him. She’s breathing hard as we make our way through the curious crowd. TheArnauds are by the doors, staring at us with wide eyes.
“Leaving already?” Louis asks. His eyebrows pinch together with disappointment.
“Wren’s tired. The last trimester has been hard on her. We just wanted to put in an appearance.”
I don’t wait for the simpering hosts to continue; I just power through. He can kiss my ass another day.
Wren keeps asking me to slow down, but I don’t let up until we’re in the elevator w
