Keenan was seething. He knew Claude's knowledge about the reason for his scar made no difference to the warmonger. The Alpha's goal wouldn't change so flimsily. If his plans involved Maya, her actions wouldn't deter him.
But the unwanted Alpha wasn't the only problem; Maya accepted whatever he threw her way. She had leaned toward him; he had seen that.
She hadn't cared that she was staring and had smiled right in his face when he caught her. Her act after being caught had pissed him off more.
Pretending she didn't understand—she always did that. It irked him. She must think he was stupid, using the same tactic still. He grabbed the edge of the desk as he tried to get his emotions under control.
Two gentle knocks sounded at the side door. Keenan turned his head immediately. There was only one person who could be knocking. His legs moved before he even completed the thought. He opened the door with enough force to rip it off its hinges and was greeted with her face.
