Modric’s POV
“Who is he?”
Kylian followed my gaze across the courtyard.
Adrian stood beside Mary Ann near the western guesthouse, holding one of her folders while she explained something about the festival layout. He leaned closer to hear her over the noise of the arriving wagons.
Mary Ann laughed at whatever he said.
The sound reached me even from where I stood.
My wolf growled.
Kylian looked back at me. “Who?”
“The man beside her.”
His mouth twitched.
“You mean Adrian?”
“So you know him.”
“I know who he is.”
“That was not what I asked.”
Kylian folded his arms. “Adrian Hale. Son of Mooncrest’s Gamma. Trained with their warriors, handles diplomatic security, and has known Mary Ann since they were children.”
Children.
The word irritated me more than it should have.
“How clo
