Marked by the Alpha
“Are you even LISTENING to what I have to say?!”
My voice hitched at the last word, and slowly Malcolm turned to face me fully. His eyes were sharp, no longer distracted, and for a moment I feared that he would not say anything.
But he did. In fact, it didn’t just end there, because as the clarity returned, a look of disappointment slid into his eyes as he stared at me and I felt a hot flush begin to crawl up my neck.
“To everything you’ve said so far, I would normally say that you are plagued by a lack of imagination,” he began, “But I know that you are much smarter than that, because if you weren’t we would all be doomed.”