Alie POV
"You sold her out, you arrogant, delusional bastard."
I didn’t wait for the guard to finish buzzing me in. I stormed toward the reinforced glass of the visitation booth, the click of my heels against the concrete sounding like a death knell. The air inside the detention center was suffocating—a cocktail of antiseptic, unwashed bodies, and the underlying, ozone-sharp tang of trapped shifter pheromones.
Rhett was already there. He was sitting at the table, his massive frame hunched, the orange jumpsuit doing nothing to hide the lethal, coiled energy of a man who belonged in a jungle, not a cage. When he looked up, his golden eyes didn't show surprise. They showed a terrifying, possessive familiarity.
"Lower your voice, Alie," he growled. The sound vibrated through the receiver,
