Paris was the least of my concern at the moment. If he knew I met this werewolf before today, I was certain he would understand if I explained the reason. However, every single one in this dining hall was the duke's eyes and ears. They would surely tell the duke about it, and Octavian would most likely hold it against me.
Not that I was afraid of what he would do to me, but what terrified me was what he would make me do. I held my breath as Sven's lips parted with his twinkling russet eyes on me.
"Hey!" to my relief, before Sven could speak, Paris spoke before him. "I heard you're the duke's guest, and I was a bit intrigued when he talked about you so happily."
