Penelope
Graham's head snaps toward the door, then back to me. For a moment, I see raw calculation in his eyes—wondering if this is connected, if I somehow warned Aaron, if I'm part of a larger conspiracy.
I see that moment when suspicion overshadows reasoning.
Being the ever suspicious and paranoid man he is, of course he will doubt I have something to do with Aaron and the attack.
"Bring her," he snarls at the guard who burst in. "If she's working with them, I want her where I can see her." He orders. My heart drops and I clench my fists.
He is willing to put my life in danger just to verify his suspicions?
"Alpha, surely you don't think—" I start, but his glare silences me.
"What I think," Graham says coldly, grabbing my arm with bruising force, "is that my son launches an attac
