Michaela
There was some pretence the first night – the Alpha wished to question the traitor further – but it disintegrated as soon as Ylva directed me to Andreas’s quarters. I found him hunched over his desk in his bedchamber, pretending to sign documents.
“Your pen is upside down,” I told him. “What do you want with me?” The mines had left me too exhausted to play any more games.
Andreas didn’t flinch, to his credit, but didn’t meet quite meet my eyes when he turned. His throat worked for a moment.
“Look,” he said, “you are what you are, and I am what I am. I’m not a monster. I won’t force you. But you – if you – I want–” Then he did look at me, his dark eyes burning like coals. That one look was enough to send a pulse of heat through my core.
“I want you,” he breathed.
Then h
