Her Spirit Wolf
Sabrina stammered, "It wasn't intentional. I had just put Noah to bed, and I heard some commotion outside. I wanted to make sure there weren't any burglars breaking in."
I scowled, finding her explanation ridiculous. "I have high and tight security, Sabrina . Not just anyone can waltz in here," I retorted.
She quickly apologized, her voice shaky. "I'm so sorry, Sir Luciano. It won't happen again. I promise."
I leaned in closer, my eyes locked on hers. "You better concentrate on the real reason you're here" I warned her.
She nodded, her gaze still glued to the floor. "I understand."
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