The Alpha's Collateral
“Can I borrow this?”
“‘Borrow’,” he echoed. “What’s mine is now yours, Liz.”
Now, perversely, I wanted to cry, not just at the use of my preferred name but because I was touched.
Alpha wolves don’t share, period.
“Another time, maybe,” I said, returning the dusty volume to the shelf.
Philosophy had its place but I was more in need of ancient lore, especially the kind of book which offered up advice on how to deal with a sorceress. Surely he had an arcane guide? Though it wouldn’t be sitting alongside Plato.
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