(ALICE)
I walk over to her, and when I see a photograph on her desk, I reach for it, but she quickly slams it face down on her desk. "What do you want, Darian?"
My jaw tightens. "Is that a picture of your precious husband?"
Her expression shifts for just a second before she narrows her eyes at me. "Should I ask if you keep a picture of your mate in your wallet? It's not my business, just as this is not your business."
The window behind her chair is large and overlooks the city. I stand by it, my hands in my pockets as I stare at the sky. There's a restlessness growing inside me.
"My wife", I finally correct her after a few moments of silence. "Willow is not my mate."
In her reflection in the window, I see her shoulders twitch. But when she speaks, her voice is calm. "Is there a difference?"
