Ryder
Something was off.
I could not name it exactly. Could not point to one thing and say there, that is what is wrong. It was more like a smell, or the particular way a room feels just before a storm. Something in the air that my wolf recognized before my mind did.
Ravenna had come around that corner and for one second, before her expression locked back into that careful blankness she wore like armour, she had looked flushed.
She had looked like a woman who had just been kissed.
I had asked her where she was and she had said the restroom, her voice flat and smooth and her eyes meeting mine without flinching. Then she had walked past me to the kitchenette without another word, like my presence in her workplace was a mild inconvenience and nothing more.
That was new too.
There had b
