**Alexander POV**
Kate's words hung in the air, a challenge and a promise wrapped in a silken, venomous tone. Her scent, that maddening paradox of grave-dirt and forbidden comfort, clung to the space where she had stood, a ghost of her presence. Alexander Frowns his Brows, his mind already dissecting the encounter. Why does she keep on Hitting him when he Clearly shows his Disinterest in her? It wasn't persistence; it was a strategy. Every advance, every innuendo, was a probe, testing the walls of his defenses, looking for a crack. She was a patient hunter, and he was beginning to feel like the only prey in her forest.
Alexander Raises his Head to Look at Aaron who is Giving him a Wicked Smile from the archway of the great hall. Aaron’s expression was a comical mixture of fraternal teasi
