Blair POV
I was at a bit of a loss as to what to do, so I followed Braedon into his study as he stomped into the pack house, embarrassed by James's words. James was chuckling, following behind at a leisurely pace and I wondered how he had the nerve and decide that he must be good friends with Braedon, to still be alive after the comment he'd made. Braedon was seated behind his desk, glowering, and I tentatively walked inside the room, sitting myself on the opposite side. His ears tinged red and I pretended not to notice. The poor guy was already embarrassed enough. I didn't need to make it worse. James sauntered in and if looks could kill, he would have spontaneously combusted from the look Braedon gave him.
"You are lucky I haven't killed you" Braedon snarled.
James looked unfazed. "
