Easton
The second Lucien said someone inside Gold Pack had been taking money from Arianna’s father, every bit of exhaustion disappeared.
Gone.
Replaced by something colder.
Braxton’s expression changed too. One second he looked irritated by council politics, the next he looked exactly like the Alpha and Police Chief he was.
“Name.”
Lucien glanced toward the chamber doors.
“Not here.”
That was enough for me.
We moved into one of the smaller side rooms and locked the door behind us. Arianna stayed beside me, quieter now, the brief victory from the hearing completely gone. I hated that. She had earned one damn moment to breathe and her father had somehow managed to poison that too.
Lucien placed three copied statements on the table.
“These payments began four years ago.”
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