Devon POV
The minute Nadia stepped into my office, the air changed.
Not just shifted, soured. Like ash and perfume. Like death dressed in silk.
She was striking, of course. Always was.
Tall, statuesque, with a dangerous kind of beauty.
Dark red lips. Sharp cheekbones. Volcanic eyes that glinted like they’d seen the end of the world and smiled at it.
She moved like a queen with a vendetta. Her heels didn’t just click, they announced.
“Hello, cousin,” she said, lacing the word with enough venom to c***k granite.
Before I even knew what I was doing, my wolf surged forward.
Half-shifted. My spine burned. My fingers snapped into claws. Eyes glowing gold.
I lunged.
In one move, I had her pinned throat in my grip, back crushed against the wall.
My teeth elongated, close enough to tear
