Alpha Kaden’s POV.
We arrived at the hospital—clinic, whatever the hell it was supposed to be.
Basically, where they treated people.
“Get out,” I said once I parked the car properly, lifting myself off the chair.
Pixie was quick off the passenger seat. She banged the door slowly;; had she not, I would have scolded her.
I hated people ruining my car with scratches, even Lucien knew that.
“Isabella works here?” She asked me once we were in the elevator together.
I was silent, completely ignoring what she had to say or what she thought.
Her eyes were meant for sight, weren't they?
The elevator door dinged when it opened, allowing us onto the main floor of the building.
Up ahead stood the counter, a reception of some sort, somewhere we could ask questions.
“I want you to work here.”
