Damien’s POV
I wasn't sleeping. I'd been awake since nine when Rhen called with the emergency amendment filing, and awake was the accurate word — not restless, not turning over, just awake. Sitting up against the headboard in the dimmed room with the monitor doing its work and the city doing its work and my wolf doing what he'd been doing since the moment Nora Quinn walked through the bay doors twenty-nine days ago.
Tracking. Not intrusively. Just — present. A compass needle that had found its direction and stopped moving. He knew where she was in this building the way he knew where north was. Not a choice. Just a fact about how he was built.
Right now the needle said: two floors down, awake, working.
It had been saying that since I'd hung up with her at nine. Four hours of her being a
