Chapter 8 A Mystery
- Carlos’s P.O.V.
- Regardless of the heaps of files on my desk, I wasn’t working anymore. The numbers, the clauses, royal matters, none of it made any difference. All I could think about it was Harley, that omega from the human bar.
- The way she had looked at me, and the way she ignored me, everything was carved on my soul, replaying all the scenes in a repeat mode in my mind.