ROBYN
I walked into the study just as a crumpled paper flew toward the door with a grunt from Kane, and I stepped through the doorway in time for it to land against my heels.
His eyes flicked up toward the sound, sliding briefly past me — then snapped back the second the dress registered.
I turned my back toward him, bent down, grabbed the paper, and tossed it into the bin beside his desk without a word.
"I'm headed to a party," I said, finally turning toward him.
His eyes remained on me, his brows drawn down. "In that?"
"Yes. June's having a party." I crossed my arms loosely. "The Beta's daughter."
"I know who she is." He set his pen down, giving me his full attention. "And I don't care if it's my own mother throwing it. You are not leaving this house wearing that."
The hair on my
