Tonya
Angie was wrapped in a silk robe that barely clung to her frame. Her hair was messy and she had a smug expression. She walked to the desk and leaned against the Alpha’s chair like a cat that just swallowed a canary. There was sharpness in her gaze and venom curling on her lips.
“There she is,” Angie said with mock sweetness. “The little thief.”
I blinked, still shaken from Zeke’s fury, but what did Angie just say?
“What are you saying?” I said, trembling, hand-cuffed.
She looked at Zeke and said blatantly, “She stole my necklace.”
“What?” I said through my tears, confused. “What are you talking about?”
“My yellow sapphire necklace,” Angie said to Zeke while pointing a manicured finger at me. “It was the one my father gifted me. Zeke,” she pouted. “It was worth over ten tho
