Grace's POV.
"Alexis. What are you doing here?"
She took her time looking me up and down. Compared to her, I looked like a slob in my simple sweat pants and comfortable over-sized t-shirt.
Alexis looked like she had just stepped out of a fashion magazine with her long, silky black hair, black leather pants that fit her like a second skin, and black lace corsette.
A little over dressed to be wandering around the pack house in the middle of the night if you asked me, but she didn't and I was pretty sure that she only cared about one other opinion and it certainly wasn't mine.
I couldn't help but wonder if Rhyder liked the way she dressed, the way she looked - if he enjoyed the fact that she worked so hard at grabbing his attention and trying to seduce him.
I pushed the thought back dow
