Rogue Princess
“Whatever you are offering, Alpha Boy. I am not interested.”
Storming back into the bar, I let the door slam heavily behind me. Tying my apron back around my waist, I come up behind Sophie and wrap my arms around her waist pulling her in for a hug. “Thank you,” I whisper into her ear.
She turns and looks at me with the same fear in her eyes as before. Her mascara is smudged under her eyes like she has been crying. Cupping her face in my hands I wipe the remnants of mascara from under her eyes. “He is dangerous,” she whispers in a low voice. “I cannot tell you how or why I know that, but he is powerful. Be careful.”