Declan's POV
I was at breakfast when I felt it.
It happened between one bite and the next. The hum of her changed quality, moving from the low unsettled feeling she'd been carrying since last night into something that was almost relief. I sat with my fork halfway to my mouth, and my alpha did something embarrassing before I could stop it.
It preened.
Marcus looked up from across the table. "What?"
"Nothing," I said.
He looked at me for a moment with those eyes of his. "You're almost smiling."
"I'm not."
"Declan. I've known you for two years. That's almost a smile." He put his coffee down. "What happened?"
I ate the bite I had been holding and said nothing.
"Is it the girl?" he said.
I looked at him.
He shrugged. "So it's the girl."
The bond was still doing its warm
