Rion’s POV
Tyler.
My Beta filled the doorway. He carried a stack of reports under one arm, but that wasn’t what hit me first.
Her scent.
Faint, but unmistakable, clinging to his sleeve, to the front of his jacket. My mate’s scent was on him.
Ray went deadly still. Then lunged against my ribs so hard I grunted.
Did they meet?
Did they speak?
Did she ask about me? Did he touch her? Help her? Put his hands where they didn’t belong?
The thought made something twist violently in my chest, hot and sharp, not quite like pain and nothing like rage…yet close enough to both that I couldn’t tell the difference.
I didn’t understand it. Only that the idea of her letting him near her made my thoughts splinter.
Tyler’s gaze flicked over me…like he was checking to see if I was alright…then land
