Alice had watched over Harry’s seemingly sleeping form when he was changing, while holding his hand, waiting for him to awaken.
Imagine her surprise when he woke up and his attention hadn’t focused on her.
But nothing could have prepared her for the blow and the disappointment upon the widening of his eyes when he saw her hand holding his captive.
That was not the reaction she had been expecting.
She had been expecting the little pleasurable shocks Maria had told her about running through her hand. She had been expecting to see the deep love and immense lust reflected in his eyes when he looked at her, just like what she saw reflected in Blake’s eyes when he looked at Maria.
She got nothing of the above.
What happened was that within seconds, and before she could realize what ha
