I want to be very clear about one thing.
I did not want to go to the gala.
Zevran had been invited — as the Alpha of Ashveil Pack, his attendance at the annual Kaelthorn Pack Alliance Gala was, apparently, non-negotiable. I had been invited as his claimed mate, which meant my attendance was also non-negotiable, which meant we were going to a formal event in the east side's most prestigious venue in approximately four hours and I was standing in my bedroom staring at a dress I had bought specifically for this occasion and was experiencing what I could only describe as moderate dread.
"You look like someone reviewing a surgical complication," Zevran said from the doorway.
"I look like someone looking at a dress," I said.
"Same expression." He leaned in the frame. "You're going to be fin
