“Thank you,” Leslie said to one of the maids who had shown her the new guest room. She walked deeper into the room, glancing around as the maid left.
As soon as the door closed, she began pacing along the length of the room. She needed a plan to help Zane.
The door banged open and Lucas came in.
He closed the door with a soft click and turned to stare at her, anger in his eyes.
“What the h*ll was that, Leslie?” he demanded.
Her eyes opened wide as she looked at him, “what do you mean?”
“At the dinner table? You were accusing Alpha Nelson of something.”
Leslie rolled her eyes,“ Yes, because it's true. He was lying about –,”
“Where's the proof?” He interrupted her.
“What?”
“The proof of your accusations, Leslie, where is it?”
“I , I…” Leslie swallowed. She had no idea what was
