41- Desert and dancing


    1. AM. ABSOLUTELY. FLOORED. This room is stunning. How did Megan get this party put together


    in so short a time? She should go into event nning. There are round tables all around the edges


    of the room. Each table has a ck table cloth with decorative candle things in the middle. The


    centre of the room is clear to leave space for dancing and the DJ is set up at the far end of the


    room. There are servers running around setting up ces at the tables and I can smell something


    amazinging from somewhere nearby which is making me wish it was time to eat already. To


    one side of the room I can seerge open doors which seem to lead outside. I can’t see much but I


    know there are some fairy lights twinkling away out there. The opposite side of the room has


    severalrge tables pushed up against the wall. These are mostly empty but based on the few


    things I can see there, it’s going to be where the food goes. Buffet style dinner it is, I can’t wait.


    Megan and Tristan are still over with the DJ, Megan is gesturing animatedly but seems happy


    enough. Darrien is hovering nearby. Close enough to keep an eye on her but not so close as to be


    creepy. I guess he knows what he’s going to be doing all evening, perfecting his imitation of Mr


    Darcy pining after his love. It doesn’t take long for the guests to start arriving and the room quickly


    fills up. Bemy gets dragged away by a group of Shifters I’ve never met and seems incredibly


    annoyed about it. He eventually escapes them only to be swamped by a pair of women who want


    to speak to him. Each time he escapes a conversation, he seems to be dragged into another one.


    It bes clear that he’s too busy to hang out with me for the moment so I set about finding


    something to eat. The food is amazing and once everyone is about done eating they move on to


    socialising. Megan is, of course,pletely swamped with well wishers and I don’t have much of a


    chance to talk to her. Darrien is still hovering which doesn’t leave him


    very open


    open for conversation either. Other than me, pretty much everyone here is a Shifter. I think I saw a


    couple of humans for a minute or two. But they seemed to havee, congratted Megan then left. I


    think they might be ssmates of hers. Oddly enough, There don’t seem to be any guests here to see


    Tristan. Megan is constantly introducing him to people but I haven’t seen him make a single


    introduction. I find myself sitting at a table pretty much by myself. My solitude doesn’tst long however


    as Bemyes and drops into the seat next to me. He must have finally escaped his fan club,


    almost all his attention has been from women. Not that I’ve really been paying attention or anything. He


    groans.


    “They’re driving me crazy. Half these people don’t even want to talk to me, they just feel like they need


    to because I’m the Alpha. The others are even worse, they hope to get my attention even if I have


    already made it very clear in the past that I am not going to chose a mate for


    convenience.”


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    “Poor thing, too girls fawning over you?” Okay, that came out a little more bitter than I meant it to.


    Bemy looks at me with an eyebrow raised. Okay so he noticed my attitude. Let him think it’s because


    I’m bored.


    “Not anymore, I decided toe sit with you instead.” I feel instantly lighter. Darn it. He should not


    have so much control over my mood. It would make sense if I loved him, but I barely know him so it


    can’t be that… right?


    “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” I flick my eyes over his shoulder. He turns to see two girls who are


    hovering behind him. They both seem to look me over and after they realise I’m not a Shifter, they


    conclude I’m no threat.


    “Good evening Alpha Kane. We wondered if we could get you anything from the dessert table.” One of


    the girls offers. The other nods enthusiastically. Bemy shakes his head and answers firmly but


    politely.


    “No thank youdies. If you’ll excuse me, I’m talking with Ryann at the moment.” The girls eyes shift


    back and forth between us in abination of confusion and irritation as they excuse themselves. I


    watch as they rejoin a group of girls in the corner of the room and they all seem to be talking at once as


    they ask for information. I can see them all looking sideways at us. They aren’t terribly subtle. I make


    eye contact with one who looks away immediately but seems shocked to have done so. The gossiping


    seems to go on and on. I sigh and look away. Something else catches my eye. A little boy is over at the


    dessert table struggling to carry two tes which both have huge slices of chocte cake on them and


    pick up spoons. He can’t be more than eight years old. What really gets my attention about him is that


    there is a red thread streaming from his chest. I follow it to a little blonde girl who is sitting at a table


    looking lonely. Her mother is chatting with another woman and she looks rather bored. I turn my


    attention back to the little boy. He eventually gives up on carrying both tes and puts one back on the


    table and uses his free hand to get a spoon to eat the cake with. I expect him to start eating right away,


    but with ast nce at the piece of cake he left behind he makes a beeline straight to the little girl. Her


    expression brightens when he approaches. He looks incredibly nervous. He hands her the dessert and


    she epts it, delighted. He shyly takes the empty seat next to her and watches as she takes the first


    bite of her cake. She finishes her first bite before offering the spoon to him. He is surprised and excited.


    I watch as the two of them take turns and share the cake together. I think I might die


    from the cuteness of it. They are the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.


    “I take it that they aren’t doomed then?” Bemyments. I had almost forgotten he’s here.


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    He’s followed my gaze and has been watching the scene y out as I have. I nod..


    “They’re fated to be together. They’re lucky to find each other so young. It might just be the sweetest


    thing I’ve ever seen.” I gush, Bemy smiles at me.


    “Their names are Jacob and Emiah. Jake has been in love with her pretty much since always. Her


    parents didn’t really like him hovering around her so much at first, but he’s grown on them. It’s hard not


    to approve of him when he is so clearly dedicated to her. She is, of course, smitten.” He exins. I sigh


    happily. They’re lucky, they have already found the person who will stand by them forever, and they’re


    young enough to admit it without fuss, withoutplications or embarrassment. To face any issues as


    theye head on. A sh of red interrupts my thoughts. Megan dashes through the crowd and heads


    straight towards Bemy


    and 1.


    “Hey!” She greets us brightly, her face is flushed and happy.


    “What are you both doing hiding over here? You should be dancing! Someone needs to


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    things started around here and Tristan is a terrible dancer.” She confides. Iugh at her


    “We aren’t hiding Megs, just sitting, and I’m perfectly happy right here.” I inform her. She rolls her eyes


    at me. I can hear someone calling her over. She waves at the person to show she’s on her way. She


    turns to face Bemy directly.


    “Ask the girl to dance Bemy Kane.” She then whirls around in a glittering tornado of red and gold and


    rushes away leaving us sitting there awkwardly. Bemy smiles at her fondly ast she rushes off. He


    then stands and faces me. He holds out a hand, a clear invitation.


    “Dance with me?” I’m not so sure that’s a good idea. It would feel too much like he’s my date. Besides,


    all the girls here are already ring at me and gossiping. I don’t think I want to risk their wrath. I shake


    my head at him.


    “That’s probably not a good idea.” I respond. He looks indignant.


    “Why not? You heard my sister. She wants us to dance.” He insists. He is still holding hist hand out to


    me. I search for a good excuse.


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    41- Desert and dancing


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    “My shoes!” I blurt out.


    “I’m wearing heels. I don’t want to kill my feet by dancing in them.” I exin. Okay so it’s not a GOOD


    excuse. But it’ll do. Bemy finally drops his hand and nces at my feet. I pull up the edge of my skirt


    to disy my glittery ck stilettos.


    “Why are you wearing high heels? You hate them.” He questions. I shrug.


    “I don’t care very much about trying to look good for strangers at work. But tonight, I care… To make


    Megan happy of course.” I ramble on. Bemy grins at me.


    “You look good, with or without heels.” I blush and look away from his face. My gaze aims somewhere


    over his right shoulder as I thank him.


    “That’s very nice of you to say. But it doesn’t change the fact that they aren’t exactly great shoes for


    dancing. It’ll be better if I just stay here.” I decide.