vi

attempted to map out as much of this estate from some personal accounts from ex staff members, but it wasn't enough for me to feel comfor

last night, talking to Malin and Kadrick, reluctant to come back here. It may be comfortable living, but seeing Isaiah's wealth, seeing how silently awar

nise the man standing before me. His hair is thick, a striking flaming red - not a common trait in Passion Pack members. His eyes are pitch black, and for a moment, I see Malin

o shame to be seen. Tucking my hands behind my back, I dip my head, not fidgeting, not quivering und

s..

o common in individuals not interested in finding their mates. I've seen Isaiah wear them in almost eve

ah's second-

is being truthful about being Isaiah's second-in-command. If he is, how do I not know about him? We put in so much effort to find out as much as possible so I wouldn't be entering the estat

y do

ks from all the research I've done into his public appearances, and yet everytime I see him in person, I feel extreme amounts of guilt for the way my stomach flutters. He's an Alpha, and he

Zire, the two clearly sharing an inside story I'm not privy to. The Alpha raises his hands above the table for a moment,

osition, despite your lack o

Isaiah cuts in before I c

you, I a

n't look away at my obviously flirtatious remark, reading between the lines, but refusing

ant to quell unrest through the Pack," he cla

s to you." "Not wel

real Kenna would have likely been told. The words taste like ash on my tongue, being something that I have to force out. I can hardly believe this is a role t

ss the table onto his plate. I'm not liking how he is questioning Isaiah's judgment, how he is doubting why I'm here. If t

the street," I cross

ates here," Isaiah explains, sounding irritated he has to explain this again to Zire, w

a strategy I'm banking everything on. If he thinks he can make me like him before I find out how bad his reputation, then he

rug, spooning some fruit into a bowl in front of me, av

is beyond me." Zire

Isaiah isn't eating, staring at his blank plate vacantly. There always seems to be something on his mind that he won't share with anyone. If only I

e suffering that had to go into making it happen. It's full of rich history and masterful architectur

s it easier to see him for the cruel man who has inflicted pain on my

ness out of my tone. He seems to sense it anyway, a challenge glittering in his eyes. How

and back through his silken black hair, strands raining down his foreh

t amount of time I've been in here. "Living in poverty

an apple. It takes all my restraint not to yell at him, not to tell them that they are the ones who have no idea what it is like, when w

ke ch

t return the expression. When the second-in-command looks

I ask warily. He smother

ng to pretend to like him, even for this mission. He is the walking example of how everyone thinks Isaiah is behind clos

s, hiding his amusement behind his hand. "T