Sofia swallowed hard and spoke. "I went to take some fresh air."
"Liar," he hissed, crossing the room in three predatory strides. He didn't grab her; he simply loomed over her. Damien's nostrils flared as he leaned into the space between them, his predatory senses dialed to a lethal frequency. The scent of the rooftop air was there, yes, but underneath it was something that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up—the unmistakable, lingering musk of another Alpha.
"I… I told you," Sofia stammered, her full hips trembling as she backed away until she hit the edge of the mahogany desk. "I felt suffocated. I needed air. I just went to the balcony at the end of the service hall."
