"What's going on here?" Caspian's question hangs in the air, his eyes darting between his father and the sheet of paper in my hand. Instinctively, my hands drop to my sides, the paper clutched tightly in my fist. Caspian's gaze follows the movement, his eyes lingering on the paper before snapping back to my face, his jaw clenched in anger. He takes a step closer, his eyes narrowing as I hide behind my back, a defensive gesture that only pisses him off more.
"What's that?" He asks, his eyes hard. The intensity of his stare makes me squirm uncomfortably, shifting from one foot to another.
Alpha Silas speaks, breaking the silent war between us. "Nothing that concerns you, Caspian. Olivia was just leaving."
Nodding, I quickly pick up my bag from where I had left it by the desk, slinging it
