Shifted Fate by Alicia S.Rivers

Chapter 508

We just sat there staring at each other until there was a soft knock at the door. "Come in." Rowan called out, his eyes never leaving mine.

Clara came in with another cart. "I brought your four bottles. Just in case, and the chef gave me two slices of your favourite strawberry cake, Amy." She smiled as she pushed the cart over. "I'll just leave the cart here. Once you are all finished, just push it out into the hall." She gave us both a small bow and then left us alone.

I grabbed my glass and took another sip as he finished the first bottle. I waited for another minute, then I sat back. “Well, if you aren't going to explain, we can just skip this awkwardness and just go our separate ways."

He nodded. "That's what I have been debating."

I scoffed and shook my head. "Well then." This was a waste of time. I pushed back and stood.

"But." He cut in with a smirk. “I don't think I could live with myself if I didn't explain it all. And I know Erubus would absolutely revolt if I didn't at least try." He nodded to my chair. "Please."

I pursed my lips as I considered it. Nix whispered softly. Can you just listen to him? Maybe there is a reason.

Her words nearly broke me. A reason good enough for everything that he did?

to at least have all the information before you make your decision. She looked

the food. I grabbed my wine and finished it. I grabbed a second bottle before Rowan could and filled both of

steak. "Well then." He smirked. Then he dove in. "You had me hooked as soon as you asked me to torture someone." I laughed, but he looked at me with hungry eyes. "Then I saw you, and I was sold." I snorted at that. "But

to my heat. "I knew you would hate me if we went any farther. I had to force myself away. Even Erubus was struggling, and

meal and was just swirling my glass. "So you left..." I took a sip, trying my best to focus on now, and not how I felt back

nodded. "I went back to my place and was going insane. So I called

cake, picking

wanted his advice." He took a drink. "Believe it out not...I don't have

wine through my nose.

it was okay if I chose you instead of waiting for my mate." He grabbed the bottle

did he say?"

tive

that we had to play this smart, and getting together at that point would have put a target on your back. Vince, Brandon, they wouldn't have touched you with a ten-foot pole. And your dad needed you to get close to them." He took a longer pull from the bottle. "He told me to create space between us. That he would