Sophia
The moment the door shut behind Alan and Sonya, I let go of Erick’s hand and released the long, exhausted sigh I’d been holding all evening.
My palm was damp from the tension that had silently stretched between us throughout dinner, a silent tether between restraint and wrath.
The storm in Erick’s eyes hadn’t died down, but at least it hadn’t erupted…not yet.
We walked back into our room, neither of us speaking. The grand doors closed behind us with a soft thud that echoed louder than it should have.
I watched as Erick unbuttoned his sleeves in stiff silence, his jaw set and expression carved from stone.
The air in the room was heavy with disappointment and simmering rage.
He didn’t need to say anything, I knew.
He was furious.
Not just at her, but at Alan.
His Beta.
