Alpha Roan.
The door to my office sighs shut but the peace I was counting on is already slaughtered.
Dr Madeline is present. Splinter is mid-sentence with her. Back and forth, Cynthia is pacing my office, wearing a path on my expensive rug from Rome with those needle-thin heels of hers.
They are all here to know if I did it.
The moment Landon shakes his head beside me; they release their breath at once.
“Now that you have your answer, can you all disappear from my peripheral?” I head straight for the liquor cart.
“You need to be as healthy as Meluna for this process to work. I told you—no more drinking.”
I let the cup go and glance at Madeline over my shoulder.
“You’re right. Even drinking couldn’t make me forget what she’s done. I’m going to need something stronger.”
The door
