Our hands slide from my face as we look at the three men walking down the steps toward us. They’re all tall and built, like Hans. And they’re all handsome, each in their own way. The dark-haired, dark-eyed one who looks a little feral. The one with rich brown hair and an air of arrogance. And the one with all the tattoos, buzzed hair, and an amused smirk. The leaders of The Alliance. And of-fucking-course they’re all in suits.
