Chapter 93. Mask Off

“Sir Steven,” I said softly, staring at him as my lips curled up into a soft smile. His dark gray eyes gleamed beneath the candlelight, and his body gave off an unusual scent—it wasn’t of any perfume I knew of, and it felt a bit too… natural. Was this a thing with werewolves?

“Are you alright? You seem a little under the weather,” Steven asked worriedly.

I remained lost in his eyes, staring quietly for a moment before his words finally reached my ears. “Oh, I’m fine. Just got a little bit dizzy is all. I’m not used to being in such a crowded environment,” I responded nervously. I hadn't seen Steven for a long time— for some reason his presence felt different, like he was a complete stranger.

“Well then, as you may already know, my name is Steven Rommel, son of General Victor Rommel, and future king of Andreia. I saw you walk into the party a minute ago, and I felt I’d come say hello to you before any other person did,” Steven said, turning to the bartender and requ