YELENA
“Lena."
The word snapped like fingers in my face.
I blinked and the walls of my office rushed back in... white walls, glass window, the faint smell of disinfectant and wolfbane tea. My fingers were curled tight around my pen like I had been holding onto it for dear life.
I hadn’t even noticed how far my thoughts had dragged me.
Jackson was standing in front of my desk, his arms folded, his eyes were sharp. The kind of look he wore when he already had answers and was waiting for you to lie.
“Have you been suspecting him too?” he asked.
I frowned. “Suspecting who?”
“Don’t play dumb, Lena.”
I leaned back in my chair with a sigh. “No. I haven’t. He hasn’t done anything suspicious. Not really. Just that...”
His brows lifted. “Just what?”
I hesitated. I hated how easy it was fo
