I made it five steps down the hallway with the Alpha behind me before he cleared his throat. “Another one of your coworkers was killed.”
I stopped. “What? Who? When?”
Please, don’t let it be Harper.
“This morning.”
“Who was it?” I demanded.
“Arthur,” Maverick said.
“What?” I spun around to face him. Arthur was my actual boss. The asshole whose job I handled for a fraction of the salary. “He’s only in the office once a month. He shouldn’t have even been there.”
“He had to come in after you left.”
“I didn’tleave. You attacked me and carried me away after exposing what I am to all of my coworkers and accusing me of murder.”
Maverick ignored my correction. “I didn’t attack you, I bit you. And with Arthur’s death, the murderer has made it clear that they’re targeting our finances.”
“Or that they’re cleaning out the office’s biggest assholes. Everyone hates Arthur too.”
“We looked into the possibility of the murders being because of office drama, but there’s no evidence of that.”
“Is there any evidence that someone’s targeting you?”
“Not yet.”
I huffed. “Have you guys called an actual detective about this?”
“No. We’re handling it.”
“Clearly.”
It wasn’t going to be my problem much longer. I needed to focus on figuring out my next move.
Maverick shoved a hand through his already-messy copper hair. There was scruff on his face that hadn’t been there before, and lines under his eyes, too.
There was no way the Alpha of the Alpha Pack was so concerned about someone going after some of his money that he wasn’t sleeping.
Something else was going on.
“What’s wrong with you?” I asked.
Maybe that wasn’t the smoothest way to bring it up, but I was running on six days of imprisonment, extreme hunger, and two aching neck wounds that had stopped healing a few days earlier.
Maverick’s forehead furrowed. “What?”
I turned away and started walking in the direction of the elevator again. Regardless of the second murder, I needed to get the hell out of there. “You didn’t look this bad before you locked me up.”
“Is that acompliment, Bloom?” He fell into step beside me. His ridiculously long legs were a definite speed advantage. If I wasn’t so hungry, I could’ve stayed ahead of him, but I was. Moving quickly wasn’t possible at the moment.
“Of course not.”
“If you think I look bad now, you must’ve thought I looked good before.”
“Worse. You look worsenow.”
He snorted. “My pack is being threatened.”
