Alexander:
The greenhouse was quiet.
And though I tried to ignore the gutting feeling that I had, I couldn’t.
Something was wrong, I knew that it was.
My wolf prowled inside my chest.
Something happened here. And someone has been here, aside from them.
I moved through the aisles slowly, eyes sweeping over every table, every jar, every tray of drying leaves. Everything looked orderly. Precise. Exactly how Sienna kept it.
Which meant the missing jar had been removed carefully.
Intentionally.
I bent down, brushing my fingers over the surface of a long metal counter. It was spotless, except for one faint circular mark in the dust, the outline of a jar that had been sitting there recently.
A perfect match to Sienna’s description.
I straightened, jaw hardening.
Whoever took it had
