His voice is all hard consonants and narrow eyes, and a shiver runs up my spine, cold and electric. My mind jumps back to Alex’s words: Even his scent was right. Everyone knew that he had the making of an Alpha. I’m no Were, and if I inhale, all I can smell is clean sweat and strong blood, but I think I know what he meant. Somehow I feel it, the compulsion to nod, agree. To do as Lowe wants.
I have to actively stop myself. And shiver in the process.
“At least you are clever enough to be afraid,” he murmurs.
I grit my teeth. “Just cold. You keep the temperature far too low.”
His nostrils flare. “Do as I f*****g tell you, Misery.”
“But of course.” My voice is steady, but he knows how rattled I am. Just as I know I’m rattling him. “May I be excused?”
He nods brusquely, and I dart for th
