Chapter 0111

Adrian approaches with an amused smile, clearly enjoying my awestruck expression. The restaurant's exterior is breathtaking, all gleaming glass and twinkling lights against the night sky. His fingers intertwine with mine as we step inside.

Theodora stands at the hostess podium, her face lighting up when she sees us. "Alpha Grey, Miss Sinclair, welcome to Celestia."

"Theodora!" I can't hide my delight at seeing a familiar face. "How wonderful to see you again."

She returns my smile before casting Adrian an oddly apologetic glance that makes me curious.

"Right this way," she gestures, leading us toward a secluded booth. As we pass through the dining area, conversations hush. Every patron turns to watch our progress, offering respectful nods to Adrian.

Our booth curves gracefully, offering both intimacy and a stunning forest view. Theodora hands us leather-bound menus. "Please don't hesitate to ask for anything you need."

Adrian's warm hand covers mine as we peruse the menu. "Does this always happen?" I whisper.

He tilts his head. "What exactly?"

"The way everyone goes silent when you walk in. Like you're royalty or something."

A chuckle rumbles in his chest. "Pretty sure half those stares were for you, Evelyn."

I snort. "Why would anyone care about me?"

His gaze turns serious. "You're a Guardian." He says it like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

Before I can argue, our waitress appears. "Alpha," she purrs, barely glancing at me before letting her hungry gaze roam over Adrian. My fingers tighten around my menu. The audacity.

Selene surges forward, bristling at the disrespect. I'm about to speak when Adrian looks up briefly. "Evening, Rosalind."

He turns back to me. "Wine?"

"Sure."

"Red okay?" His thumb strokes my knuckles.

"You drink red?" I've never actually seen his preferences.

His lips curve. "Tonight I do."

"Adrian-" I start to protest, but he's already ordering an expensive bottle along with water. Rosalind flashes him a sultry smile that he completely misses as his attention returns to me. Her expression sours when she turns away.

In this moment, it's like we're the only two people in the restaurant. The intensity of Adrian's focus makes my pulse quicken. I could drown in those storm-grey eyes and die happy.