“She’s scared,” Alice said, sipping from the mug on the island counter as she watched Axel wash out the pot.
They were both still in robes, with freshly made cocoa, as Axel explained what had happened with Ashleigh in his office.
“She’s immature and hypocritical,” he replied, moving the pot into the drying rack with a grunt.
Alice laughed and took another sip of the warm chocolate.
“She’s a teenager.”
“Hardly,” Axel replied, turning and leaning on the counter. He grabbed his mug and blew into it. “She’s eighteen, married, a Luna of one of the great packs, and has led soldiers into battle against the fae… I’m not sure she can throw the hormones card down as a defense for her crappy attitude.”
Alice lifted an eyebrow as she took a sip.
Axel held her gaze.
“What?” he said.
“She threw a fit,” Alice said simply. “And you didn’t exactly respond in the most mature way.”
“How was I not mature?” Axel asked with a look of incredulity.
