KESTER.
June was too weak for an Alpha's daughter. Sometimes, I wonder if Alpha Mellors was truly her father.
Just a few pieces of glass had marred her face, and she was wearing plaster all over like a costume.
I apologized to her like Mine wanted. She even made sure I dressed June's injuries, which I did carelessly.
With the way the plasters looked right now, June had obviously redone what I had done. Good for her.
She was lucky Kasmine made me do it. Otherwise...
"Come on, Kester, let's join the dance!" June came to me with a cup of whatever local wine the natives served them, and she was all smiles and teeth, almost as if I hadn't been the one who caused her pain some hours ago.
"Go on, June. I'm not in the mood." I waved at her, and she barely maintained her smile as she walked
