DAMIEN
"Step away, lady. Let the FBI do their duty," Yvonne says with a smug look, and the receptionist slowly steps back from the desk.
"But we are not the FBI," Emma comments with a frown as he settles into the chair behind the desk.
Yvonne sighs as if disappointed, "But it sounds cool. Adds weight to our investigation. Don't you think so?"
"Uh, I guess..." Emma gives her a strange look before focusing his attention on the desktop.
Lucas walks over to me and mutters, "Damien, this is a waste of time. We are in a hospital, and people are scared because of what's happening. It's interrupting the workspace."
I look behind me. The nurses, staff, and patients are all gathered around, staring at us with curiosity in their eyes.
I scoff, "I don't give a fuck. I am the Alpha, so if they have a problem, then they can fuck off. Emma will do what I said."
"But—"
