Cameron Table Ethan Allen Novels & Stories

I follow the blonde, evading her hand when she tries to link it through my arm. “Cain, finally.” Darius is sitting at the table next to a blonde boy, but Flame is nowhere to be seen. He gestures to the blonde boy. “This is Damien and I assume you’ve met Gale and Ollie. There’s also Emery and Leila…” He emphasises the last name, as if to remind me that Flame is using her middle name with the humans. “Have just popped upstairs to get their jackets.” “Here.” Gale places a plate down on the table and pats the chair. Some sort of filled tortilla’s are on the plate and they smell amazing.

The absence of law is the absence of crime. “Gotten a name now?” I asked her. Her brows furrowed, and she leaned back. It'd become a staring competition. I'm sure Damon would've been leaning in a little too closely to his phone, suspicious of whether I'd torn the little microphone taped to my collar off. I'm too big for all that crap though. I was gonna do my stuff, whether he heard or not. “It's Zac, from Groomers.” I said in a breath. Emily's eyes flew wide open.

"I ran three red lights to get here. Three. And for what? For a woman your car bumped into on the sidewalk?" He tilted his face toward the ceiling with an expression of genuine grief. "I'm so sorry, my future children. Daddy's been delayed again." "Enough." Ethan's voice landed like a gavel. "You're giving me a headache." Cameron dropped the theatrics immediately and sidled closer, dropping his voice to something conspiratorial. He studied Ethan's face with the focused curiosity of a man who had known him long enough to know when something interesting was happening. "She's stunning though. You sure she's nobody to you?"

Everyone is looking in my direction. Can they smell that I’m a human? Or are they wondering why I’m wearing Ethan’s clan colors? Ethan, however, seems perfectly at ease. His legs are spread, and his elbow rests casually on the table. When Robert looks at him, Ethan meets his eye. There’s a moment of tension. Then Robert leans back in his seat and forks up a piece of meat before going back to his conversation. The raucous laughter and merriness resumes—even if some of the Wolves look at me with a mixture of curiosity and hostility.

And then Ethan dropped the final bombshell. “I loved Amelia Hayes,” Ethan continued. “But I never truly knew who she was.” He turned to the cameras, his smile sharp. “And neither does Adrian Black.” Amelia’s breath hitched. Adrian exhaled slowly, then turned to her. His gray eyes burned into hers, unreadable, dangerous. And then, his lips curled into a slow, wicked smirk. “Looks like it’s my turn to make a move.”

“Ryan! Oh, just one day of leaving me, you missed me? Come in, come in. Oh, and you brought your friend?” “Hi, ma’am,” Ethan greeted politely. We stepped in, and I froze halfway, Champ’s dad was home, he wasn't the rude type but his face always scared the hell out of me. And at the table, munching whatever food it is, was Camille. “Ryan!” she squealed. She turned to stare at Ethan who gave her a weak fake smile. I could tell he definitely was an awkward type around children. He mouth flew open as she raised her head up scanning the tall Ethan from head to toe. “Why are all your friends so good looking! It’s unfair!”

They are actually performing and some people are dancing with their partners on the dance floor. The stage is decorated and has a huge picture of Arabella on the wall. There is a huge white and pink cake close to stage as well. The party is going on steadily and everyone is waiting for their queen celebrant and soon to be husband. ********** AT CAMERON’S APARTMENT Cameron is dressed in white pants with black roses design on the bottom of the trousers and a matching white shirt with similar design. Her hair is packed in a bun and she has little makeup up on.

Off to the right-hand side, there was a small, grassy picnic area with some nice chairs, a table, and even a little fire pit on legs. After he looked around for a moment and took in the area, it caught his eye. Wow, she was gorgeous. Tony was jealous. Was this what Ethan had wanted to show him? He assumed so, as he walked up to him with a key in his hand for an absolutely beautiful 'Oh shit, that's blue!' royal metallic blue, freshly restored, 1974 Camaro. The way the rays of sunlight glinted off of her spectacular rims and awesome metallic finish made him almost drool. A car of such caliber could not have been cheap. Ethan really did have his shit together, didn't he? It lifted his spirits

he said firmly. Ethan, hearing his name called, immediately turned toward the group of people. He looked at Gio and Calvin calmly, showing no fear or concern. In fact, his gaze seemed cold, making Gio and Calvin feel a little uncomfortable. Gio and Calvin did not attack; they were still waiting for Ethan's reaction. But Ethan just stared at them, not moving or speaking. "Hey, why are you so quiet?" "Come on, join us!" Ethan looked at them again and said, "Are you Gerrard Wolf's men?"

I turned to see him leaning casually against the porch railing, arms crossed over his chest, his sharp eyes scanning me with mild curiosity. “Nothing,” I said flatly. “Just fucking nothing.” Ethan smirked. “You sure about that? Because you look like you just walked out of a war zone. Are you sure that it does not have a name to it?” I shot him a warning glance, but he only shrugged. Of course, he was the last person to care about what I was telling him. He was the last person to care about a glare from me. “I know that look, Damon. The one that says you’ve been thinking too much.” He raised a brow. “Let me guess… Sienna?”