Lane
That filthy mutt kept talking, giving more conditions to this bullshit ‘deal’ Alexander was offering but I didn’t hear much. Like I always do, I keep my face as impassive as I can, but the second the bastard explains he wants a trade, I lock eyes with Miles, and we don’t need to mind-link to know what thoughts are running through each other’s heads. I’ve known him my whole life. So, when I look at him and silently implore him to listen and collect the information because I’m seeing red, I know that’s exactly what he’s doing. Fey, I’m so incredibly proud of her, does such a good job of appearing stoically. When I look away from miles to check on her, I can instantly tell her brain is working a mile a minute.
We let the mutt talk and goad and insult until he’s had his fill. After wh
