Xander’s POV:
“There she is.“
I nudged my chair closer, the legs scraping against the floor. “Now, Tell me—what’d I do?”
“Alpha.” Her voice was soft, but the way she crossed her arms—pulling her V-neck dress just so—made my gaze flicker down before I forced it back up.
*Focus, Xander. Focus.*
“Yes?” I leaned in, this time locking onto her blue eyes, bright even in the dim light.
Her eyebrow arched. “You’re seriously telling me you can’t figure it out?”
“I swear on the Moon Goddess, Thalia, I don’t.” My voice dropped, rough with sincerity as I closed the distance between us. “All I know is I said the servants existed to serve you, and then you—”
*Oh.*
*Oh, shit.*
I froze, realization dawning. “Wait.” I pulled back, studying her face. “Is that why—”
She didn’t need
