DECLAN
Her scent.
It lasts only a fraction of a second—there and gone so fast I almost convince myself I imagined it. But my wolf doesn't imagine things. He doesn't make mistakes about something like this.
Aria.
The name hits me like a current running through my chest, and for one suspended moment, my mind goes completely blank.
How? How could she—
My arms are still around her, and my body doesn't wait for my mind to catch up. I pull her closer instinctively.
Then she shoves me hard. My back hits the door, the wood rattling in its frame.
A beat of silence. She's standing a few feet away, breathing faster than she should be.
"I'd prefer we keep this professional," she says. Her voice comes out steadier than she feels, I think.
I stare at her. I breathe in. Whatever drifted off her
