An Alpha for the Alpha
My words trail off, and I clamp my mouth into a grim line.
Typhon and Fire Moon are talking intensely between themselves, and I might have been a piece of furniture for all the attention they are paying me.
And then, without so much as a farewell, they walk into Typhon's study, and I am left sitting among the books, “Of all the rude.”
‘I totally agree,’ Cana huffs.
“Oh, Jonas?”
“Please leave the books and go rest,” Then he turns on his heel and disappears.
Cana makes a weird sound, ‘At least he cares for our health.’