Nolan’s POV
I walked slowly back to my quarters, hands in my pockets, a real smile stretching across my face for the first time in weeks.
Perfect.
Absolutely f*****g perfect.
Esme was predictable to the point of comedy. I know she would storm down to the cells where Cole was kept soon enough so that's why I delivered that perfect news, I can imagine her with tears in her eyes and guilt eating her alive.
The guards would try to stop her, of course. They always do. But she’d flash that pretty little Alpha command she’s finally learning to use, and they’d fold like cheap lawn chairs. Then she’d get close, too close, and Cole, my poor rabid best friend, would rip her pretty throat out before anyone could blink.
Two problems solved with zero fingerprints.
I actually clapped once, sharp
