I scoffed.
I looked at Julian. He looked back at me. Of course, he wouldn’t defend me.
He wouldn’t choose me. When had he ever truly committed to me in any capacity?
“Alpha,” I said, using the professional tone I greeted all of my high-profile patients with, with slight sarcasm. “If you find my treatment plan unsuitable, feel free to select Head Healer to perform the treatment instead. I’ll gladly go.”
I began busying myself with the pager in my pocket. I hoped I was conveying my intended appearance of carelessness.
“Healer Amanda,” Julian said, and I looked up from my pager. “Your treatment plan is by far the most likely to effectively treat Luna. Please, if you would reconsider, I would like you to treat her.”
Despite all of my growth, despite everything I told myself about my fee
