Agatha
Dinner that night was quiet. Not the peaceful kind of quiet, no, this was a suffocating silence that wrapped around the room like a coil, and I was the snake tightening it.
The candles flickered lazily, and the roast on my plate cooled untouched. I let my fork rest beside it, my posture rigid. I wasn’t here to eat. I was here to plant a seed in Josiah’s mind, one that would grow into a storm and I would be here to help it grow.
His gaze burned into the side of my face. Josiah always notices when I’m not myself, and I know exactly how to play that string. A distracted man is easy to lead.
“Is everything all right?” His voice was low, but the command underneath it was unmistakable.
The Alpha never really leaves his throne, even here at the dinner table or even in bed. And I knew
