#Chapter 66 - Fallen Leaders

Miranda Sebastian’s touch never left me. At all times, he had his touch against me, whether it was his fingers laced with mine or his hand planted firmly on my waist, giving it a squeeze whenever he grew bored of a conversation we were having with another noble wolf. Hours pass and my cheeks have permanently turned into a light pink color. I have gone through many champagne flutes while Sebastian refilled his whiskey glass from time to time. I almost forget the reason why I’m here, the whole reason why Sebastian has planned this extravagant auction. I stare at my lipstick stain on the glass in front of me. I gently squeeze Sebastian’s hand just as he shares a chuckle with the man beside him. He glances at me and I smile at him, batting my eyelashes at him. His eyes flicker to my lips before he turns to the wolf, excusing us from the conversation. Sebastian and I slip through the crowd and down a darkened hallway, one that has been sectioned off from the rest of the room. I dro