“I’m telling her you said that,” Danielle deapans. “Please don't,” I blurt out, catching myself a second too late. Why did I panic? It’s not like I’m afraid of her. She doesn’t care about me, she sparks nothing but tainted memories for me. “Aeliana, just the girl I've been wanting to see,” Danielle says. “Hi,” She pauses, a few feet away from us. My eyes drop to her feet. They’re bare. Could Danielle be right about her doing this unconsciously? Surely, she could have worn those huge house shoes females love so much but no. Here she is, barefoot and rocking a gym outfit. “You’re not wearing shoes.” “It would appear so.” She says, “That is such a great observation, Alpha Kingston.” “You shouldn’t walk around barefoot,” I say, ignoring her sarcasm. The matter is serious, she could have gotten badly hurt the other day, and those kinds of accidents are likely to repeat themselves. Glass breaks often. Aeliana’s gaze drops to her feet. “I’m not barefoot. I’m in socks.” “Socks,” Dan
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