Chapter 20

I'm not known for having patience. It's arguably one of the qualities I lack the most.

I, therefore, found it difficult to control my temper when Alpha Neon urged that we proceed slowly and that we would handle everything "in time."

"in time," what did he mean? How could he be so cool, so unbelievably poised, when my world was about to fall apart?

The antique mahogany floor of the estate's library was patterned by the morning sun as it passed through the large windows. There were both fresh and old books on the shelves, and the smell of leather and paper was somehow reassuring. I attempted to concentrate myself by standing by one of the windows and tapping my fingers on the ledge, but my heart wouldn't stop. It's a frantic rhythm.

Alpha Neon's steady breathing behind me served as a continual reminder of his existence. He sat with his legs crossed in one of the deep leather armchairs as if neither of us were poised on the edge of something beyond our control.