Chapter 21. Overpriced Wine

BELLE

“So where are we going?” I asked Grayson when we stepped out the doors of the hotel lobby.

“Well, first we need a cab,” Grayson said. He walked in the direction of the street and hailed a taxi with ease.

“Wait, why don’t we just walk? It’s a really nice night,” I said as a cab pulled up.

Grayson opened the taxi door for me. “We are on a tight schedule, love.” He motioned me in.

Not seeing the point of arguing, I got into the car, and Grayson followed behind me.

He had a plan.

The driver said something to us in French, which I assumed was him asking where we were going. Astounding me, Grayson gave him the location in what sounded like perfect French.

“You speak French?” I asked him, shocked.

“I speak multiple languages,” he replied, as if it were no big deal. “It is normal for an alpha to learn to speak in different tongues. It makes it easier to communicate with other packs around the world.”

I nodded and fidgeted wit