Reject Me, Alpha Tate
I close my mouth.
The heat moves through me again, deeper this time. I press my free hand flat against my thigh where she cannot see it, breathing through my nose slowly, evenly counting. My voice stays completely steady. To anyone looking at me, nothing has changed.
"Tell your Dr Carter," Tracy says, settling back, "that I am not impressed. Tell her that if she has charges to make, she should make them. I will be right here waiting." She gestures at the room around her. "And tell her to come out from behind her glass and her machine and say things to my face, like a person with a spine, if she believes she has something to say." A pause. "I gave that woman the benefit of the doubt. Whatever
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