The Alpha's Warlock
I stared him down with all the psychic force I could muster.
Go get lunch. Just back down, and go get lunch, dammit.
“You’re not researching female alphas for Fiona.” A simple statement, not a question. His voice lowered to an impossibly deeper register, and he leaned in, until there couldn’t have been more than an inch between our faces. “What the fuck are you really doing, Newt? No, I’m not waiting for the weekend. No, I’m not buying any more bullshit. You’re going to sit down and tell me what the hell is going on.”