“How so?”
“She doesn’t back down,” he says quietly. “Even when she should. Even when it hurts. And she’s got this way of making everyone underestimate her until she proves them wrong.”
“That sounds like admiration,” I remark.
He smirks faintly. “Maybe it is.”
I lean against the desk, folding my arms. “You like her.”
His eyes flick up to mine. “I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to.”
He lets out a low, humorless laugh. “You always were good at reading people.”
“Especially my Betas,” I remind him. “You’ve been off ever since you brought her back from the run last week. I figured it was exhaustion, but now…”
“Now what?” he challenges.
“Now I think you’ve got feelings for her.”
He doesn’t deny it this time. He just looks away, his expression a mix of frustration and acceptance. “Y
