Danica's POV
The atmosphere was cleared a few minutes ago and right now, I'm standing alone in the empty kitchen with Alexander standing right across from me.
That traitor, Bianca had left with her mate.
Alexander closed the distance between us by rounding up around the island that was separating us. I tried to retreat a few steps but my feet remained rooted to the same spot until he was standing right in front of me.
“I… I'm sorry—” I trailed off as he towered over me, his entire stance oozing off the authority he possessed. “It isn't like me to raid someone else's kitchen…” I added quickly, shrinking back into the edge of the kitchen island.
Deep down, I knew he wouldn't hit me. I felt a kind of safety that assured me that for as long as I'm right here with this man, I'll be safe.
