All twelve beta women were glaring at me with disdain. When Jax had pulled the chair out next to him and told me to sit down, the first female had glared at me. When Ascher had given me a pen and said, “You better return it,” every female in the room had glared. When Cobra had scoffed and told me I was pathetic for forgetting my notebook, everyone in the room had gaped at me. Men and women alike.
