DECLAN
The woman in the mask takes a step back, her entire body going rigid. Even without seeing her face, I can read the panic in her posture—the way her shoulders draw up, the sudden tension in her hands.
She’s afraid.
But of what?
“Alpha,” Antony says again, his voice ringing with excitement. “I found it! She must be—”
He’s staring at his tablet, then at the masked woman, his eyes bright with realization.
“Dr. W!” Antony practically shouts, his face splitting into a huge grin. “Please don’t hide your identity! You must be the great, mysterious Dr. W!”
The words hang in the air.
I blink, my mind racing to catch up.
Dr. W?
This woman is Dr. W?
I look at her again—really look at her. The mask. The way she’s been so carefully guarding herself. The complete suppression of her scen
