Elena’s POV
I turned and saw Saige standing pretty on the side and shrugging her shoulders, caring less that Maise had lost patience. In fact, she even shrugged her shoulders and smiled, looking very excited about what was about to unfold.
His ego and position, which Maise stumped on without batting an eye, were damaged, causing Bryson to whip his head around so fast and throw a deadly glare at Maise.
His demeanor darkened, and his wolf’s voice mixed into his own as he spoke, “And who do you think you are? You’re nothing more than her worthless lapdog. What gives you the right to talk down to me?”
I shook my head at that, knowing full well that he just made things out of hand with that remark.
Maise was far from a lapdog. She’s a Custodes warrior, for goddess' sake, but of course, Bry
