Edvar
“We haven’t had dinner yet. Are you hungry?” Joren asks me as he pours wine into a glass. I immediately slide it over to him.
“No, I do not dine with my clients. Nor do I drink anything you provide. You can have that glass. If I am to imbibe, I bring my own.” Along with glasses I don’t add. Foolish Alphas, they are all the same. They believe since they are at the top of the food chain, no one can get to them or their mates. Why they are always losing something important when they go out alone or leave their Lunas for two minutes in their safe little bubble. Then the villain swoops in and gets their chance.
Joren seems shocked. “You think we would harm you when we are hiring you and ironing out details?”
“I trust no one. That motto keeps me alive and available for services you ar
