POV: Brigail
"It's not what it looked like," Brigail said with resignation as she tried to hold Alcide's accusing stare.
Damn you, Eli Michealson! Damn you to hell! she thought dismally as she watched the back of The Ghost's head disappear from the corridor.
"Did he force himself on you?" Alcide asked in a low guttural voice. His fists clenched on his sides.
"No!" she replied quickly.
Brigail tried to rehash what happened in the restroom in her head. What she said was the truth. Eli Michealson didn't harass her. Well, not physically. He was actually trying to be helpful. Although his way was unconventional and downright unnerving, he was trying to help.
Come to think of it, it was her who pulled him inside the stall and rammed her palm on his lips. Her mind wandered back to that flee
