IAN
I sat still, with my rigid eyes, watching the man across the long obsidian table, the man who I have come to hate with everything in me.
The one behind the death of my father, I want him gone, I want him dead but I can't just play my game now.
He stared at me like I was a ghost from a past he didn't care to remember.
Then, slowly… he leaned back in his chair, hands folded neatly like he had all the time in the world.
"Alpha Ian," he began, his tone flat but dipped with forced civility.
"You have worked hard. Against the odds. Built something out of dust. You deserve respect. Even I will admit that."
Blake, sitting beside me, gave the smallest of nods, a silent warning not to lose my temper but I ignored it.
Xander's eyes sharpened. "So let's not waste time. Have you made your decision? Will you do what I asked?"
"No."
Silence.
