As soon as Alaric stepped into the suite, Lena grabbed him by the collar with surprising force. His first thought: Again with the collar? She already ripped off two buttons last time.
Lena’s eyes were red as she released him, pointing straight at him. “What the hell did you do to me?”
“What? Don’t make stuff up!” Alaric’s panic was obvious; his eyes widened as he realized that none of his mental preparations included being suddenly interrogated like this.
“Making stuff up?” Lena’s skeptical gaze closed in on him. Alaric’s back hit the wall, leaving him with nowhere to retreat. She held up the items in her hand. “Then explain why I have two of your buttons.”
It was a custom brand, after all. Alaric hesitated, found himself at a loss for words.
Lena scrutinized his expression, looking f
