The last of my three guardian Alphas, Lazarus Manford, was the shortest of the three. In build, he fell apart halfway between Billy and Ralph. Laz was often serious, but he had a pleasant resting face, as though he was ready to smile at a moment’s notice. I’d never seen a single strand of his black hair out of place, and his light gray eyes were always watching.“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” Ralph asked, interrupting my thoughts.“What difference does it make? I don’t have anything to do tomorrow anyway,” I answered, adding a grouchy undertone to my voice.Ralph pulled over a second chair and settled in. If he was bothered by my tone, he didn’t show it. That was one thing about him, besides those dimples, that left me uncertain around him. He didn’t rise to the bait, not easily at least.“I know this is getting to be more frustrating every day,” he said sympathetically. “Maybe tomorrow, we can go to the lake and do some skating. You can ride me.”My breath caught in my chest. *He doesn
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