Clara
I was taken aback by what he said. I wasn’t in the right place to tell him I had nowhere to stay.
“Because there was no reason to,” I answered, my eyes flicking back to the Edgars.
“Mr. Edgar, please, you can stop bowing. You too, ma’am,” I said as respectfully as I could. These were the people who housed me, for goddess’ sake.
They stopped bowing, and when they did, I saw how shocked both of them looked—maybe because of how I was speaking to Alpha Abel, or because the alpha himself was here asking why I didn’t tell him I had nowhere to go. As if he and I were anything to each other.
He was the same man who had walked out earlier because of the age gap, and now he stood here like none of that happened.
“Look here,” he said, catching my attention. “Whether I reject you tonight—”
