Chapter 111 The Fact

• MILLIE'S POV
• Braham didn’t walk through the front door until a little after nine o’clock. He didn't look like the Alpha King; he looked like a man who had spent the last several hours being dismantled by bureaucracy. His expression was a mask of grim control, but the tension in his shoulders was sharp enough to cut glass.
• "How bad was it?" I asked, rising from the sofa before he’d even shed his coat. I’d been pacing the living room for three hours, wearing a path into the rug.