[ALPHA EVANDER’s Point of View]
“Misha told me you asked for my presence.”
I hated being in her tent and that seductive glare she was giving me.
Irina was sitting on the edge of her bed, legs crossed and hands twirling her golden braid. It was written all over her face about how much she despised this place and everything about it. As a city girl, I knew Irina must be missing the life she left after she and her father were convicted of treason against the crown and the realm.
“Yes.” She answered with a flirty smile as she traced circles on the bed. I wanted to squint my eyes and let her know how it disgusted me to see her like that, but Misha had warned me. Play nice and safe, or our masks will be revealed and we will both die in this place.
I waited for her to say more about why she
