CHAPTER 18: The Tavern

“I don’t think she wants to eat with us, Calvin . . .” Raine, still clinging to Calvin’s arm, mumbled, pouting at her mate.

Calvin stared at me and Elliot hard that I clenched my bestfriend’s coat even tighter. Elliot seemed to have noticed my panic and instantly took the hand I was clenching. He turned to look at Calvin before looking back at me.

“You should—You should go and eat, Elliot.” With trembling hands, I push him away despite his feeble attempt of trying to communicate with me through his magnificent gray eyes.

There was just no way I’m letting him get involved in this.

I chewed on the insides of my cheek before turning to the eagle who seemed to be listening by how sharp he’s looking at us as though we’re making a scene.

I pet its feathers comfortably, avoiding any of their gazes.

“Where did you find such a pet, Maryna?” I swallowed the lump in my throat when Calvin’s voice reached my ears. I stayed composed, gently petting the eagle with my trembling hands. “It has lande