Adam
Killian: "You knew this would happen, right?"
Me: "What?"
Killian: "That they would send her as a replacement. Let them play right into your hands."
Me: "Maybe," I said, because there was no point denying it. And honestly? Watching Lara run around trying to find a hiding place had been more satisfying than I would ever admit.
She was adorable. Like a little rabbit.
A shocking note to myself, considering I’d just described Francis’s sprout with two of the most innocent words in my noble, cold-hearted dictionary.
Killian: "Don’t ‘maybe’ me. With Trina out of the picture, you’re at an advantage, Alpha. Just say it. I’m a genius."
Me: "Wait until Francis is out of the picture. Then I’ll hand you a bouquet of roses."
Killian: "No! How about a raise and a free ticket to a sweet vac
