“I’d like to see Nina this afternoon,” I told Alexander. He’d just taken his seat beside me at the breakfast table. “You and I could link back up in the evening for dinner. How’s that sound to you?”
“Sounds great.” He took a big bite of omelette, looking pensive as he chewed. “That’ll give me some time for extra training with the pack, actually. They could use it. Just let me know when you want to do dinner.”
I nodded. “Another thing I wanted to talk to you about,” I added.
“What’s up?”
“Well, I was thinking about you and Conrad, and everything you’ve told me now about your arrangement.”
Alexander’s movements slowed. He put his fork down and reached for his water glass, sipped it and watched me carefully. I was verging into historically problematic territory for us by talking abo
