Fiona
Everything happened so fast after Alexander suddenly appeared, looking positively homicidal.
I had only seen this look in his eyes once before. It was when he was beating his half-brother Lucas into a bloody pulp, after the younger man made the mistake of disrespecting Alexander in public and then throwing a single, sloppy punch at his jaw.
My mind reeled. It made no sense that either Alexander or Baron was at my office at all. And yet here they were, the both of them at once, out of nowhere. And things got ugly fast.
Baron had been clasping my hands in a vice grip, like hanging onto them was somehow going to convince me to perform the absurd favor he was asking for. Then, just as I was beginning to think some very unkind things about my ex, revolving around a theme of hoping
