Alpha Terrell's POV
She hates me.
The words moved through me with every step down the corridor.
She hates me. She hates me. She hates me.
That look in her eyes. I had braced myself for many things - anger, tears, screaming. I had prepared myself for all of it. What I had not prepared myself for was that particular variety of stillness - the kind that lives on the other side of something being completely broken. The kind that is so far past anger it has become something else entirely.
If that look could draw blood, I would have bled out on her floor.
I walked without direction for a while, my hands at my sides, my jaw tight enough to ache. The castle corridors blurred past me. Guards stationed at corners straightened as I passed and I didn't see any of them.
Think. I needed to think. I needed someone to think with.
