FAYE
I followed Alexander into one of the offices. No one was there, so we waited. I lowered myself into one of the chairs without waiting to be told, crossing my legs and pretending to study the grain of the desk, but really I was sneaking glances at Alexander. He stayed standing, hands tucked in his pockets, quiet, maybe nervous.
The door clicked open again, and an officer walked in. The instant his eyes landed on Alexander, his spine straightened. He closed the door firmly behind him and dipped his head in respect.
“Alpha Alexander,” he greeted.
Alexander gave a small nod in acknowledgment, the kind of subtle gesture only someone in his position could pull off without seeming dismissive. Then his gaze shifted toward me.
“This is Faye,” he said simply.
The officer’s eyes widened sl
