I frowned, my jaw tightening. I could picture his smile, that clean, polished face that deceived so many into believing he was harmless. No tattoos, no weapons strapped to his side. A gentleman in every visible way.
But Damon's words stripped the disguise bare.
"Criminal," I muttered. "And dangerous."
A sharp pang twisted in my chest as I thought of Hayley. Of my unborn child. Of the look on her face last night when she defended Fiyero.
The thought alone made me feel insecure, as if everything I had built could be undone by one man who wore suits instead of scars.
"What's really going on, Alpha?" Damon asked carefully, studying me.
"Nothing you need to worry about," I said quickly. Too quickly. "Focus on the task. I want reports, movements, intentions. If he so much as breathes too close to my family, I want to know."
Damon tilted his head. "You've never been one to obsess without cause."
"Just do it," I snapped. Then, softening, I added, "And let's talk battle plans."
