Chapter 30. A Charity Gala

Cinnia stared at herself in the mirror in Denzel's room which she felt she could be calling their room but it did not seem quite right just yet.

She smoothed down her floor-length dress and turned this way and that, admiring the fitting of the gown that Denzel had insisted a designer make.

It was the night of the Charity auction gala and Cinnia's nerves were all over the place. If Denzel's intuition was right, they would be able to find someone from the blood demons, hopefully, their Alpha.

She still wasn't exactly sure of what Denzel planned to do once they received the message containing the coordinates and if she were to be honest with herself, some part of her did not want to be aware of it. That part wanted to simply enjoy a night out with her mate without a creepy occurrence or a looming threat to worry about.

Cinnia inhaled sharply and let out her breath slowly. She cracked her neck to the side, grabbed her coat, squared her shoulders, and sauntered out of th