Rage, it turned out, made it hard to think.
I'd never had a panic attack. Was this what one felt like, the narrowing and blurring of my vision, the tightness all over, the heaviness in my limbs?
"Leave him out of this." I had to force the words out, my lips gone numb. "He doesn't have anything to do with this. He's not a scientist. And he's a normal alpha. Nothing interesting about his genetics at all."
"Oh, I don't have any interest in Kimball. He's nothing, as you say. He's nothing but—"
"He's not nothing!"
Greenwald let out another horrible chuckle. "He's nothing to us, Dr. McEwen. Except for a violent, murderous, unethical pack leader who's not at all the sort of person who ought to be on intimate terms with a man entrusted with the molding of young minds. Or at least, I'm sure the university's board would take that position."
My blood felt like it might boil right out of my veins. "He's none of those things, and the university's board doesn't have any say in my personal—"
