ALLE
Winter's not in his office.
Of course he's not. Because nothing can ever be f*****g easy.
Nothing ever is when it comes to me torturing myself.
I had a whole fuvking script planned and everything.
Instead, I find Ulysses sitting behind Winter's massive desk, surrounded by what looks like enough paperwork to bury a small country. He's wearing reading glasses today—which is new—and they make him look less like a deadly Beta and more like a really attractive librarian.
He glances up when I walk in, and his eyebrows shoot up so high they almost disappear into his hairline.
"Alle." He sets down whatever document he was reading. "This is... unexpected."
"Where's Winter?"
Ulysses blinks. Then blinks again. Then a slow, knowing smirk spreads across his face that makes me want to th
