Tyana failed first. She choked on her drink and coughed, eyes watering. "An hour and a half?"
Ariana's composure cracked into a small, helpless smile. Even Caroline's mouth twitched.
Minerva, absolutely delighted, leaned her chin into her hand. "That's not a relationship, darling. That's a meeting."
"It was a mistake," Dean muttered, because he refused to be romantic about it. "I panicked. She said yes. Then we walked around a park like two people pretending to be normal, and the entire time I could feel her judging me."
Tyana wiped at her eyes, still laughing. "Oh, she loved you."
"She loved mocking me," Dean corrected. "Different genre."
Arion's gaze stayed on Dean, unreadable in that controlled way of his. But his pheromones created the sensation that made Dean's nape prickle from the alpha's curiosity.
"Why did it end after an hour and a half?" Arion asked, too calm.
