Alice seemed resistant.
He's not our mate.
Laurel ignored her, taking the man's hand and dancing with him.
They parted ways to enjoy the rest of the festivities. Her feet were aching by the time night began to fall, but she was beyond happy as she walked back to the castle with Sarah and Sam.
The sun was sinking towards the horizon, coloring the city with red, yellow, and orange light. Sam stopped at the entrance to the guest suites with a bow.
"I have to go report. Please have a pleasant evening."
"We will," Sarah said.
"Thank you, Sam."
He smiled at her and left. They walked down the corridor towards Laurel's rooms with fruit and bread in their arms, still chatting about everything they'd done that day.
She stopped, hearing a voice nearby. It was Gavin's voice, she was sure of it though she couldn't make out the words. Another
person, a man, was speaking with him, but she was sure the man wasn't Basil.
Something was suspicious about it, and she was curious.
