Chase and Aila whipped their head's to the side and saw Gabriel leaning against the window on the other side of the bar, his arms crossed, his gaze fixated on Aila. Chase' brows drew together. "So, it's true.. You're like some royal werewolf?"
Aila could see the light flickering behind his eyes and the smile he tried hiding. Her lips curled up in amusement. She knew how funny it sounded to a human; heck, she WAS human, up until about six weeks ago.
"Yep, I'm pretty important, Chase.. hold on, what's your last name?" She stopped joking and looked at him curiously.
"Hunt," Gabriel interrupted.
Aila couldn't help but giggle wildly; she placed her hands on her cheeks and shook her head from side to side slowly. "Your name … is Chase fricken Hunt.."
Amusement flashed behind his eyes, and he looked away. "Yes."
