"Is this a good time to talk, dear?"
My mouth Parted at that. Why was he so nice to me? I lifted my head and nodded at him.
"Yes, sir."
He chuckled. "You can call me Alexander."
"But—"
"I insist."
"Okay," I breathed, my shoulders slumping in relief.
"I'm not surprised."
"Excuse me?"
"The witch of our pack already...