Nixon’s POV
"You cannot seriously expect me to believe she deserves a single ounce of comfort in this house." Henley did not yell, but the words came out like stones hitting ice. Her fingers gripped the strap of her leather handbag so tight her knuckles turned white. She stared at me, her mouth twisting into a hard line that she tried and failed to smooth out with a fake smile.
Simone jumped between us before the silence could stretch too far. Her palms were open, pressed against her own skirt as she took a shaky step forward. "What my mother actually means to say is... we just want to see her." Her chin trembled, and a heavy tear spilled over her lower lid, tracking down her pale cheek. It looked perfect. Too perfect. "Please, Alpha Nixon. Give us five minutes. I need to look into my si
