The workday dragged on in a blur of spreadsheets and heavy silence.
Sofia kept her head down at her desk, trying to focus on the endless numbers on her screen, but it was impossible.
Her cheek still tingled faintly from the memory of Damien's kiss, and somewhere above her, on the top floor, she could almost feel the weight of Alaric's invisible gaze.
Even though she couldn't see him, it still felt like he was watching her.
When the clock finally struck four, Alaric's personal driver, Elias, appeared beside her cubicle.
"The Alpha requested that I take you home, Miss Sofia," Elias said with a respectful nod.
Sofia glanced toward the private elevator. The light was still on in the executive suite; Alaric hadn't left his office all day. Despite her anger, a flicker of curiosity—or perhaps a strange, unwelcome concern—stirred in her chest. Why was he hiding away like a wounded animal?
"Is he coming?" she asked, trying not to sound concerned.
