Claire’s POV
Ivan and I hovered near one of the food tables. We weren’t eating, but it was clear Ivan had already had enough of this party and wanted to be out of the way. We were still here, but it almost felt like we were hiding behind the chocolate fountain and the pastry table.
Though this was the Alpha King’s banquet, the Alpha King himself had yet to arrive.
My nerves were causing me to shuffle from foot to foot and worry my hands, unable to stand still. Ivan was a strong, steady presence at my side, which was helpful. Whenever my nervousness became overwhelming, I glanced at him and tried to mirror his seriousness.
But the more I glanced at him, the more I noticed how exceptionally grumpy he seemed tonight, particularly since talking with Ms. Watts.
“Ivan,” I said.
“It’s noth
