Ezekiel’s POV
"Get this garbage out of my sight before I peel your skin off," I spat.
The sour strawberry hit the marble floor with a wet slap. Red juice sprayed across the white stone. A raw stain in my sterile office. Behind me, the sentinel froze. Leather boots creaked against the floorboards as he shifted his weight. That was the sound of a heartbeat skipping. Fear always leaked through a man's shoes if you knew how to listen.
"Who picked these?" I did not turn around. I kept my eyes on the red smear.
"I am not sure, Alpha," the sentinel muttered. His voice lacked spine.
"Find them. Bring them to me."
The door clicked shut behind him. He moved fast when his life depended on it. I liked a man who knew how to vanish without making me ask twice. I picked up another berry from the cr
