Iris
The CPS agent looks between Arthur and me, clearly taken aback by his sudden appearance. Then, after a few moments of confusion, her eyes widen slightly when she registers exactly who he is. I almost want to laugh out loud at the recognition that crosses her face—the Alpha President of Ordan standing in my tiny apartment, his arm around me and Miles tucked against his chest.
I hope this doesn’t make it to the news. Although I’m not holding my breath at this point.
“Alpha President,” she stammers. “I—I wasn’t aware that you… That is to say, I’m just doing a standard evaluation after receiving a complaint about—”
“About my family,” Arthur says, his voice cool and even as he tightens his hold on both Miles and me. “Who made this complaint? I’d like to see the paperwork.”
