The morning sun was sharp, almost accusing, as Riley hurried back into the garage. She had left before dawn, hoping nobody would notice her absence. Her hair was still damp from the snow, her jacket carrying the faintest trace of cedar smoke from the cabin. She thought she had slipped in unnoticed, but the silence inside told her otherwise.
Every conversation halted. Tools stopped clinking. Eyes turned toward her.
Caleb leaned against a bike, arms folded, smirk wide and dangerous. “Well, well. Look who finally decided to show up.
Riley’s chest tightened. She forced herself to walk past him, heading for her station. “I’m here now. Got work to do.
Caleb’s boots echoed as he followed her. “Funny thing. Work doesn’t usually leave you smelling like someone else’s firewood.
The blood draine
