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After regaining my focus, I notice his ring with an owl on it.
I no longer have any doubt that the Zeta Society is real, and that every single thing I’ve read is at least partially accurate. They’re the world’s elite, with yearly meetings. Their decisions impact the course of history. And they’d do anything to protect one another.
“I hope to see you again.” Altair’s smooth voice drags me from my musings.
“It’ll be a while,” Forrest responds on my behalf.
“Understood.”
I check on Amelia, but she’s doing fine. Some of the attendees she seems to know, and she grins as she tells me she’s handed out several business cards. With the way she networks and the events she hosts, it’s no wonder her shop is one of the premier locations in the entire Houston area.
As time goes on, more people enter the room.
Business associates, employees of their firm.
We’re talking with the young, brash CEO of IntelliChain Dynamics, a company the brothers have recently invested in, when a woman joins us.
Forrest stiffens. “Surprised to see you here, Celeste.” His voice is chilly.
I’ve never heard him use that tone with anyone, and it spills ice through me.
“Congratulations on your wedding, Forrest.” She smiles and turns to me. “Celeste Fallon. My family has been friends with the Donnellys for years.”
“Werefriends,”he corrects.
Zev hurries over and greets Celeste warmly, kissing her on the cheek. “I’m so glad you could make it.”
“Thank you for the invitation. I’m so happy for all of you.”
Either not realizing that her presence irritated the hell out of Forrest or not caring, she excuses herself to talk to Altair.
“The hell were you thinking?” Forrest demands. “I crossed her off the list.”
“Business is business, and we may need her in the future,” Zev replies easily, turning to the CEO to talk to him.
The exchange was awkward for all of us.
Consideringly I look at her.
When she arrived, she walked straight up to us. Her manners seem impeccable, and she’s totally composed. I have no doubt she knew exactly what she was doing.
I hide my grin, aware that Forrest is still scowling.
But frankly, I admire her style.
We eat, mingle, and I share a first dance with each of my grooms, and finally have a delicious piece of cake. “We get to take the leftovers home, right?” I ask Zev.
“I’ll make sure of it.”
A man standing near the back of the room captures my attention.
He looks so different in a suit and with a freshly shaven chin that I didn’t recognize him at first. But now I do.
Hawkeye.
Just who is this man?
Before I have a chance to talk to him, he’s gone.