Chapter 138

PARIS'S POV

I was having a hard time believing my eyes, but to doubt my eyes was to doubt myself, and I wasn't ready to live in such a way.

But how was she here? Who had invited her? Surely Christina could not have done it, I made sure to keep close tabs on her, and my intel kept me notified that she spent most of her time in her room. 'recuperating'

Whatever the hell that meant. So she couldn't have had the chance to send an invite to Ember. Unless she had actually gotten someone to get it done on her behalf. There was still that as an option.

Or maybe, it was my mother. That option was wild. But so was my mother, and the truth was, such a thing was not beyond her.

In the end, I decided I would simply ask Ember myself.

Not yet though. At the moment, I was too busy watching her with William, and it made me ache, the way he held her close. The man had zero discretion. He obviously wanted Ember in every way and did absolutely nothing to keep that hidden.