FAYE
I could tell the moment Irene and I stepped into Alexander’s office that we were in trouble. Of course the plan was to make him mad, but not this level of mad.
I know it sounds childish, but the only way I can handle coexisting with him is by making him see that he can't control me. But I knew this was about to backfire.
He was behind his desk, shoulders squared, jaw tight, eyes locked on us in that way that made the air in the room feel heavier. His hands were flat on the desk, as though he was trying to anchor himself in place so he didn’t leap across it and throttle us both.
It's not that serious for goodness sake.
The door clicked shut behind us. The sound was far too loud for my liking.
Irene walked in like she didn’t notice, or maybe didn’t care that the Alpha of the Bloo
