As soon as I closed the door, Storm began consuming a glass of water.
I leaned my back against the floor and whispered, "Alpha, we need to talk.
He was a kind man, I'll grant him that, but he most definitely wasn't blind. What was I going to say exactly? No, Alpha, I wasn't smoking; no, Alpha, I wasn't alone with Ronan.
"Aoife, what are you doing here? Storm brushed his curly hair back, but they disobeyed his hands and rebelled back to their original posture. Storm? he inquired as he turned towards me and laid the glass down on the table a little too roughly, as if he were striving to contain himself.
"Putting the mess you just saw back together,"
"I've never been so disappointed in you before, Aoife," hissed Storm, his upper lip curving in anger. Ronan's behavior is normal, but I never anticipated it from you.
My body immediately slackened and my jaw dropped wide, but as if revived, I was suddenly overcome with hatred and anger.
