Author's pov
Arden stepped inside the room, his eyes darting around curiously. He had knocked for a while, and nobody answered. For a panicked moment, he had thought that she got away somehow—Marcel would never live it down if she did.
However, there she was, perched atop her bed and staring right at him. His eyes narrowed; he could have sworn he heard some voices when he was outside, but now there was only her. Perhaps it was just his imagination.
"How may I help you?" Christina asked. Her voice was a few pitches too high, confirming his suspicion that something was wrong.
"I'm sure you remember me," Arden said as he stopped some distance in front of her.
Christine nodded. Of course, she remembered him—he was the handsome guy that Marcel had introduced as his beta. The first time the
