Jett POV
Something was wrong with the look on Sabrina's face. Seemed utterly embarrassed as she stuttered,
"I... it was among your laundy. It fell out of the pile in her hand."
I waited for her to hand me my tank shirt, but she held it tight in between her fists without making any move to give it back. Then I held out my hand. An awkward silence passed between us as I received the cloth from her.
Was that shame in her eyes? Clove appeared at that moment, cutting the awkward moment short, thank Fate.
'He's here, Alpha,' he linked. 'He's alone and acting innocent. Just like last time.'
I walked over to the railing to look down at the foyer. Merritt was, indeed, waiting confidently in the middle of the expansive room. Andy and another warrior lurked about, watching him, too.
"Merrit
