~Valerie~
He doesn't even look at me. It’s like I’m a piece of furniture, a ghost in a tank top. His storm-gray eyes are locked onto the Vice President, his jaw set so hard I can hear his teeth grinding.
"Evander," Ronan growls. The sound is tight, shaking the very floor beneath my heels. "You’ve been back from the road run for twenty minutes. You didn't come to my office. You didn't report. You’re sitting in a VIP booth with the help?"
So that’s his name.
Evander.
I finally have a name to his image in my head.
Evander doesn't look bothered. He smiles, he actually smiles, a sharp, toothy grin that looks like a threat. He leans forward, his amber eyes dancing with a wicked light.
"Just doing my duty, President," Evander mocks, his tone light but his gaze dangerous. "Getting to kno
