Alessia:
The scream still echoed in my ears when the air shifted.
It wasn’t sound that warned me.
It was scent.
Blood, thick, metallic, heavy enough to burn the back of my throat. Pain. Fear. And something feral, barely restrained, tearing through the greenhouse like a storm looking for a place to die.
The door creaked.
Slow.
Deliberate.
Every hair on my body rose.
And I knew that we were going to need to fight whatever this was. The question was… how did that thing get in without being killed…?
I barely had time to breathe before Alexander stepped in front of me.
Not beside me.
In front of me.
Blocking me from view, protecting me, even… from scent, from threat, his body a solid wall of muscle and command. I saw his shoulders tense, his hands curl slowly into fists, and I kne
