Austen
It took almost every ounce of strength I had to walk out of that room. Zeidan is in my head, panting like a horny dog. ‘She’s not ready,’ I mutter.
‘She smelled ready,’ He snorts.
I ignore him and walk to the office to find Xavier sitting at the desk, sipping what I assume to be scotch. I scoff, “Really? You are drinking while working. That’s not the Xavier that I know.”
Xavier looks at me with a mournful look on his face. His brown eyes are tinged red from tears. “I let this happen, Austen,” He mutters and swigs the drink. “I have to hand it to Leighton for having good taste in scotch,” He slams the glass down.
“You let what happen?” I ask as I sit in a chair in front of the desk.
He slides a thick folder across the desk, “Dr. Jansen just dropped this off. Most of it was from
