Jas.
As soon as we got backstage, a woman approached us, clipboard in hand and a small smile on her face. “Oh, she’s the replacement,” she said, but then Brand growled, actually growled; low and threatening like something you’d hear from a Doberman, not a person.
What the heck was that?
He stepped in close to her, towering, and said in a voice that made my spine stiffen, “Be careful what you say. She’s with the Alpha.”
Alpha? What was that? Was that some kind of title they gave Zane?
I blinked, confused, but the woman’s face changed instantly. She backed off, nodding quickly.
“Oh; I’m sorry about that,” she said, giving me a once-over that felt more cautious this time. Then she muttered, “Well, she’s better than the one that couldn’t show up.”
I raised a brow at that, but before I c
