The Great Escape
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I stood up, not wanting to hear another word of this disgusting conversation.
Seeing that I was about to leave, Eric quickly got up as well, signing anxiously. He was asking what was wrong.
I shook my head. "I'm tired. I want to go home and rest."
Without waiting for his response, I walked straight out of the private room.
As soon as I stepped out of the banquet hall, I saw the plaza used for the Kalmoor Pack's rituals. Right in the center, Eric had arranged candles to spell out, "Alison, marry me!"