35 A Night Talk in the Garden

Harrison's POV

As the banquet neared its end, the guests began to disperse. I put on my coat and strolled away from the banquet hall, following Rick to a white Mercedes car.

"Is she in the car?" I asked.

"Yes, Alpha."

Rick bowed his head respectfully and opened the car door for me.

A disheveled woman with her hands tied behind her back was thrown onto the back seat of the car. Her mouth was tightly sealed with tape, and from the moment the car door opened, she had been making muffled sounds, whether out of fear or pleading, I couldn't tell.

I looked down at Vivian Leech, who was bound and gagged, and gave Rick an emotionless command.

"Remove the tape from her mouth."

"Yes, Alpha."

As expected, once Vivian regained a bit of freedom, she began to plead with me again, using that same affected tone that grated on my nerves.

"Shh..."

I raised my index finger to my lips, signaling her to keep quiet.

Fortunately, this woman wasn't so foolish as to not understand the gestures. Seeing her clos