Arlene's POV
Mischa Dixon possesses an undeniable beauty that strikes me immediately. Her hair flows like a dark waterfall, cascading all the way down to the backs of her knees in waves that seem almost otherworldly. What catches my attention most are her eyes, mismatched like her mates, one a brilliant emerald green while the other mirrors the pale blue of a summer sky. Standing at my height with an athletic build that speaks of rigorous training, she wears simple swim shorts and a tank top that showcase the defined muscles of her abdomen.
Alpha Tec breaks the silence with his demand. "Can we have some privacy?"
My response comes swift and sharp. "Are you her lawyer?" Those permanently furious eyes of his lock onto mine for several heartbeats before he shakes his head in denial. "Then no."
