They didn't move an inch. Despite me yelling at them to get out, there they were, as smug as ever.
"You do know Desmond's pissed at you for the little prank you pulled, right?" Travis said, holding up the empty pouch of money—the same one that had the scented money I'd planted on Desmond, hoping to frame him as the thief.
Well, no surprise there. No one liked being accused of stealing, especially when the accused was an Alpha King. Desmond was probably so angry right now that he was ready to tear me apart.
"Why don't you come with us? We'll hide you," Michael suggested, his voice far too calm for my liking. He returned to my bed, like he owned the place.
"We'll treat you good," Michael added, his voice oozing with that sickening, too-casual tone. "Give you space to adjust. Get to know us better."
