EDWARD’S POV
The last time I saw this man was a month ago, but standing in his study now, with him looking at me over the rim of his glasses, it feels like no time has passed at all.
I hate being here. Hate standing in this room. Hate looking at him. Hate the way he can still make me feel seventeen with a single glance.
But Layla is in that cell, and Edwin’s smile is burned into the back of my mind so I’m not leaving this study without what I came for.
“Tell me again.” He sets his phone down, removes his glasses, and folds them neatly before looking up at me. “Why have you returned? Shouldn’t you be doing everything in your power to top the Alpha board?”
My fist tightens at my side and I force out a controlled breath. “I need your help.”
Silence follows for a few seconds before his b
