Bianca had just taken the last bite of her plate. She was relieved to have finally finished eating and hoped to be able to leave the place soon.
Since she had taken the last sip of her cup of coffee, her thoughts had been on Rosy. It was Sunday, and she had hoped to spend the day with her.
However, she suspected that this might be a problem for Magnus, and she hadn't had time to talk to him about it yet. She also didn't know what reaction she would get when telling him she wanted Rosy back.
In front of them, the Alphas were talking in a deceptively civilized and courteous manner.
Some of them had sought validation of their words from Black, but he had merely nodded in response.
The implied threats and the clenching of jaws had not escaped the young woman.
What seized her the most was
