Eve
Shahar sat beside me in the sitting area of the restaurant, which overlooked the sea. The location was carefully chosen—far from the hustle and bustle of the main pack territory. The atmosphere was intimate, enhanced by the sea breeze that made the lantern-lit ambiance feel even more romantic . The walls were adorned with traditional motifs, and the scent of salt and freshly grilled seafood lingered in the air.
Still, despite the beautiful setting, I couldn’t shake off the nagging feeling that we were doing something wrong by leaving Axel all by himself.
“He’s fine,” Shahar said for what felt like the thousandth time. “I see you’re wearing your cloak of empathy.”
I peeled my gaze away from him and stared at my plate—stir-fried rice noodles with shrimp, tofu, and sauce.
Empathy, indeed. If only he knew my real reason for being here. I was on a date with the best friend of my enemy, with the very person who could unwittingly help me get the information I needed.
How ironic.
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