ELLA POV
“Dance with me, little Alpha.”
I stared at his hand.
Then at him.
Then back at his hand.
Absolutely f*****g not.
There were approximately six thousand things wrong with this situation, starting with the fact that Frederic Holloway had spent four blissfully peaceful days pretending I didn’t exist and ending with him suddenly materializing in a human bar like some kind of homicidal hallucination.
His mouth was set in a hard line.
His eyes were brighter than usual.
And unless I was imagining it, there was still the faintest trace of blood on his lower lip.
What the hell had he been doing?
More importantly, what the hell was he doing now?
Here?!
Goddammit!
This was supposed to be a chill night out. A girls night. And yet all I got was some alpha bullshit.
Cami came for
