Xander
A growl rose in my throat as Ragnar stirred beneath my skin, answering the anger that rushed through me.
“You're forgetting your place, Ryker,” I said quietly. “Choose your words carefully. And don't forget who you're speaking to.”
“Xander…” Ryker's voice was quieter now. The anger had drained out of it, leaving something that sounded uncomfortably close to concern. “Have you ever thought that maybe we're missing something?”
I didn't answer.
“We've spent years thinking we understood Raleigh, but none of this adds up anymore. She isn't who we thought she was.” He paused, then added, “And I know you. You don't usually accuse someone without digging deeper first. You ask questions. You look for answers. That's what you've always done.”
He took a step toward me, his face set with
