Almara
Arthur had insisted on escorting me to the gallery so there I was, in a limo, again. I had never been in one my whole life and now it had been three times in less than a week. What had my life become?
Arthur vacantly stared out the window, hands folded casually across his lap. I couldn’t help but watch him from my peripheral. As an alpha, he was so strong. He had to be, but I couldn’t help but wonder how much of that was an act.
My sneaky studying was cut short when Athur’s phone started vibrating. I glanced down at it. Sofia’s name flashed across the screen and I raised my eyebrows. Arthur hadn’t mentioned once that she had contacted him since she departed the cruise ship
It rang and rang, but Arthur never moved. He didn’t even give the slightest hint that he knew that Sofia h
