ALESSIA
Right now, I felt like the ground should open up and swallow me whole.
Why did I run out? I should have stood my ground.
My eyes slowly shifted to them. They sat comfortably on each sofa with their arms folded across their chests, waiting—no, expecting—an explanation.
We were now in their private suite.
The woman had been paid and escorted out by one of the guards. And me? I had let my emotions override my professionalism.
“Go on, Doctor. I’m waiting,” Azriel’s voice cut through the silence. “You arranged such a treatment and didn’t stay till the end. I demand an explanation.”
I shut my eyes briefly. “Something came up,” I blurted.
Gosh… that sounded so lame. Was that really the best my brain could come up with?
“Really?” Asher interrupted flatly, his gaze fixed on his ph
