When Alpha Desmond strolled into the room, I came to a staggering realization:
He did every terrible thing Hunter accused him of doing, and the answer was written all over his face. There was something about the way he walked, talked, and carried himself that screamed traitor.
He had a heavy black aura.
“Hello,” he said, sounding almost bored.
We all stood and bowed our heads while he sat down. He waved at the maid standing beside him to fill his glass with wine, and only then did he take a look around the table.
“Thank you for joining us,” he announced, though he didn’t sound thankful at all. “I hope you’ll leave this table properly fed and watered.”
Some chuckled, especially the guys, but I didn’t, and neither did Luna Sasha. Or Caspian. In fact, Caspian looked incredibly uncom
