Lord Jethro told himself that once he walked into that room, he would not look at Grey. And if he did look, it would be brief, normal and dismissive, no different from how he would look at any other Alpha seated there.
But the moment he stepped inside, his eyes moved on their own. They swept the room, searching for a specific face.
Their eyes met, only for a second, and Grey was the first to look away.
That single act unsettled lord Jethro more than anything else could have.
He turned his face away as well, but the feeling did not ease. If anything, it worsened. Grey had dismissed him with a glance.
Was he really that angry with him? Was it truly his fault that they had ended up sleeping together, and that it had brought complications between them?
Why was Grey so furious when he understood every reason why things had to be the way they were now? Lord Jethro's thoughts spiraled further, worsening the mess in his head, until everything blurred away.
