~Caden's POV~
The alert comes through at 10:40 in the morning, while he is sitting in the chair near the mat watching Asha study the ceiling with her usual unhurried thoroughness.
His phone buzzes once against the table beside him, then again, the second buzz the signal Rhys uses only when something cannot wait for the end of a visit. Caden reads the message and feels the morning shift under him, the particular tightening that comes whenever the border calls him back into being Alpha and nothing else.
He has been arriving in Silvermere daily for seventeen days now. He does the math without meaning to, the way he has started doing math about everything connected to this apartment, the number of days, the number of minutes per visit, the small increments that tell him whether he is being
