Alpha Faye
The girl, who has been established as Kalyn seems to hear it to, resting her hands on her hips, ready to take no more of his attitude.
I lean further around the tree, trying to hear what T has to say next. I can’t miss a single word that might help me figure my prisoner out.
“I need the book,” he tells her, his voice slightly lower, although I could see just hear. The girl's expression tells me plenty.
She seems surprised, before she sobers. “And how am I supposed to go about doing that?”