Margot POV
The suit was expensive and tailored; of course, it looked good.
For the next twenty minutes, everyone in the room would watch me, including Rhett Vanderbilt.
The man who barely glanced my way on a normal day.
Maybe today he’d look longer.
Perhaps he’d notice.
My pulse kicked harder at the thought.
Under the suppressants, my skin still felt too tight, every nerve ending tuned a fraction higher than it should have been.
I could smell the faint cedar and smoke of my own carefully neutralized scent and, beneath it, the restless shift of something older.
Lisa paced once under my ribs, claws flexing against the inside of my sternum as if she wanted out.
Elena stood and waved me toward the middle seat.
“Margot, sit.”
“Edge is fine. Easier exit.” I dropped into the cha
