Julian POV‘Tell me what kind of men she sleeps with.’Ethan freezes. The muscle right beneath his jaw twitches twice. He looks at the carpet, then at the desk, then at the wall behind my head. Anywhere but my eyes.‘Alpha, sir,’ Ethan says. His voice drops an octave, thin and reedy. ‘I do not have a close relationship with Lady Penelope. I would not know her preferences.’‘You are lying.’I do not shout. I keep my voice flat, level, and low. I lean forward until my chest presses against the edge of the mahogany desk. The wood groans under the sudden shift of my weight.‘I am not, sir.’‘Five da
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