"Sawyer, go grab some popcorn from Mia."
Sebastian's voice came from behind us—level, unhurried, neither warm nor cold.
He stood with one arm crossed, the other holding a folder, his expression unreadable behind his glasses.
Beta Sawyer looked confused. "...Popcorn? You're hungry?"
Sebastian lowered the documents, his gaze flicking toward both of us.
"You two seemed so... into your conversation. I figured snacks might make it a proper show."
Sawyer: "..."
Me: "..."
Alpha Sebastian certainly had a sarcastic way of expressing his displeasure.
At two in the afternoon, the plane landed.
Stepping off the aircraft, I was immediately hit by a wave of heat that transported me from spring to midsummer in seconds. Then I remembered my suitcase full of sweaters and down jackets... Who could
