Hannah
“Take a seat.”
Noah barely even bothered to look up from his computer for more than a moment before giving me demands.
I crossed my arms defiantly, jutting my chin out at him. “I’ll stand.”
“Alright.”
“Why did you send Scott to fetch me instead of just inviting me yourself?” I asked.
Noah arched an eyebrow at me, his expression unreadable. “I heard you were volunteering at the soup kitchen today,” he replied, conveniently skirting my question. “I have to admit, I’m a bit surprised you’re actually putting in some real effort for once.”
My jaw clenched at the slightly condescending note in his tone. Of course he would find a way to be dismissive, even when I was actively working to better myself and our pack—not that he knew that I had plans to leave yet.
