Maisie
"We are deeply sorry, sir," the manager exclaimed, a sheen of sweat pooling across his forehead as he hovered near the entrance. "It happened so suddenly. We couldn't say no to a request from the Queen."
If it was a direct request from the queen, the restaurant's hands were tied. We were left with two options. Share the space or leave.
"We're leaving. Right now," Quinlan said, his fingers tightening with a tremor against the small of my back as he angled us toward the elevator.
"Quinn." I turned and caught his wrist, holding him back. "We don't have to leave."
Soren shook his head, his eyes narrowed with anger. "No. He is right. Tonight is about you. I don't care what kind of game she's playing. We'll go somewhere else. I can have a private terrace cleared across the city in half an hour--"
