I stopped when I heard the slow, heavy footsteps behind me. The hallway was filled with the warm, intense and all too close presence of Del Morino.
“Come with me, Layla,” he said in a smooth authoritative voice.
Confusion gripped me as I turned.
“Where—”
Before I could finish though, his big hand closed around my wrist firm enough to make it obvious that there would be no arguing but not so rough as to cause pain.
I stammered as I tried to say something. Was he angry that I didn't leave? Disappointed? Glad?
My pulse throbbed as his dangerous intoxicating warmth drove through my skin. “You're making my lunch.”
I blinked. “We just finished breath and I don't know how to cook for an Alpha.”
He looked down at me, his eyes sharp. “Cut ynst crap.”
He didn't wait to hear back from me.
