Xael
Xena clenches her jaw and shots me a deadly stare for putting her phone on loudspeaker before answering.
“Alpha Damilion.”
“My Luna,” Damilion greets charmingly.
I involuntarily clench my fists as Clint stirs inside.
“Thank you for sending the helicopter. It saved a lot of lives.”
“My pleasure, always.”
The bastard is trying to be cool and charming by watering down how that helicopter saved the day.
“I am curios, though. How did you know we needed help?”
I am taken aback by Xena’s question while Damilion chuckles.
“I was in the hospital to pick up Daniel and heard about your dilemma from the staff. I must admit that I was disappointed that you did not reach out to me. I thought we were friends.”
The sly bastard even sounds hurt. The girl will feel guilty and try to make
