Annalise’s POV.
Seeing the stunned look on Logan’s face as Kane closed the door behind us filled me with a melancholy glee. Crimson Skye’s alpha was stunned silent, his eyes flashing with anger and…sadness.
The door latches behind us and Kane says something about ordering food in, but I don’t hear it, my mind still thinking about Logan’s disappointed frown. Why do I care what he thinks? He’s the bastard that tortured me for three years. The only reason he’s showing me any interest now is some perverted sense of ownership.
“I’m sorry, Kane,” I blink up at the Alpha before me, realizing he’d been talking while I stared off into space. “I…”
Looking behind me at the closed door, he clenches his jaw so tightly I hear a popping sound as he grinds his teeth. “We can see about getting a dif
