As soon as Killian entered the study with Maya, he shut the door behind them and released her hand—the hand he had only held to put on a show for Isabella. He walked to his desk, lowering himself into the leather chair with deliberate calm.
He didn't know why… but he had wanted Isabella to burn with jealousy, to see her squirm. Instead, she had turned away as if his performance meant nothing. That indifference gnawed at him more than her tears ever could.
Maya stood in the middle of the room, her eyes narrowing as she studied him.
“Sit down, Maya,” he said flatly, gesturing to the chair across from him.
Instead of sitting, she walked closer, placing her palms on the edge of his desk and leaning forward, her perfume flooding the air.
“Alpha,” she murmured, arching a perfectly shaped br
