Joanne’s POV
His free hand flexed at his side as if he longed for a blade; when we arrived, he had to leave his weapons outside. After a back and forth, he finally relented and played by the rules of the palace. But I had a feeling Alexander didn’t actually need a weapon to create chaos.
He was chaos.
The man dropped to his knees, an action I wasn’t expecting.
My eyes grew large.
This was a Gamma warrior of the royal palace, and he was groveling before Alexander, pleading for his life as if it were held in Alexander’s hands.
“M…my lord, I thought she was stealing!”
I flinched at his words.
Men like him had always treated me as if I were worthless. And yet here he was, kneeling on the ground and practically crying for the mistake he had made. He turned to me, his eyes blazing
