Alan smirked. “Leave that to me.”
I knew that smile. And it always meant trouble.
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Alan led the way down the hall, his confidence somehow both reassuring and deeply concerning. Alek and I exchanged skeptical looks but followed him anyway.
Rose’s grating voice drifted out of one of the common rooms before we even saw her. She was seated in a plush chair, a poor omega kneeling before her, carefully painting her nails.
“Don’t smudge it this time,” she snapped, glaring down at the girl. “Honestly, is it that hard to follow instructions? If you mess it up again, I’ll have you scrubbing floors for a week.”
Alan didn’t miss a beat. He plastered on his signature charming smile and strode into the room like he owned it.
I don’t know how he’s able to do it. I could easily choke t
