“Ladies,” Rook offers with a sly wink. I watch Lyra look at him out of the corner of her eye, picking her chair up and moving it farther away from him. “I’m sorry, what?” Easton asks trying to play catch up with this situation. I’m sure when he thought about asking me, Alistair Caldwell and his friends were not a part of the equation. “I said,” Alistair grabs the edge of my seat, tugging it closer to him, pulling me further into his web, “she already has a date.”
