Skylar's POV
I just fucked his off-limits rule. It wasn't even in the contract. So, technically, I wasn't bound to obey. I hoped Alec had seen me trespassing his oh-so-sacred office, which he had declared was strictly off-limits for me.
A little part of me was nervous, I won't lie. I half-expected him to storm out of his office and shoot me with one of those icy glares of his. But instead, Ivan showed up, grinning like a kid who'd just caught his sibling stealing cookies from the jar. Why he reminded me of Drake, my infuriating brother, I had no idea. Maybe it was the cocky grin. I hated Drake, but a tiny part of me wondered how he was doing.
Anyway, Ivan had asked if I was looking for something. My brain scrambled for an excuse, and the best I could come up with was asking about the healers' wing. It was perhaps because my brain was still stuck on the conversation with Kate earlier.
