Asher's POV
An invitation was slipped under my door from Princess Devi. She was inviting me to a private picnic. She said she wanted to talk about things.
I didn't want to see her, but her desire to make peace was admirable, and her old-fashioned use of slipping a note under my door was a little adorable.
My responsibility to the pack outweighed my desire not to see Devi. I hadn't had a chance to figure out what I wanted to do because I found my mate, and the more I got to know Devi, the less I liked her.
Still, I had to consider what my obligations were.
Devi had the whole picnic set up in the garden. She had a blanket spread with lots of food set out and a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket.
I recognized Vika immediately, by her scent alone, as one of the maids.
"I'm glad you came, Prince Asher," Devi said, standing up from the picnic blanket when she saw me.