Chapter 137

Alessio

I sat in the chair in Julian’s office, waiting for the man to arrive. He had called me yesterday, told me Isaac was fully recovered, and now it was time to figure out what came next.

Quite some time had passed, and I began getting impatient when the man decided to walk in at his own time, with two glasses in his hand.

“Ah, if it isn’t my favorite fed lover,” he greeted me, handing me the drink before making his way over to his chair.

A grin spread across his face, as if he was proud of his own joke. I scoffed, eyeing the drink in my hand.

“The drink isn’t poisoned if that’s what you’re thinking,” Julian spoke.

I released a chuckle, setting the glass down without taking a sip. “It’s not that,” I said. “I trusted you when I asked for your help, and I trusted you when I left Mena in your care—but now, I just want to discuss what needs to happen to Isaac.”

“And that’s why you won’t drink?”

“I don’t have time to drink,” I stated, my tone urgent.

Julian’s expression changed, and