Glenda’s POV
I walked out of my room and found Matt and Grace in the kitchen. She was seated at the bar, eating quietly. Matt was leaning against the bar, drinking coffee. I didn’t get the sense that they’d been talking or anything, but the sight of them made my heart clench.
Alyssa seemed restless and I tried to shove the feeling away. I was being ridiculous. Sure, Matt needed me because I had experience with the truth of the pack brothels, but right now, Grace was the best source of information in Midnight for my goals.
“Good morning,” she greeted as I walked towards the bar. Matt looked at me, looking over me before giving me a small smile.
“You look rested.”
I averted my gaze, “Yeah.”
After destroying so much of the first floor with the others, I had slept like a baby. Matt st
