Dalton's POV
Her eyes held mine for a second longer than usual, like she wanted to ask something but thought better of it. Then she glanced away, shifting under the blanket.
“You look tense,” she said.
“I am,” I admitted. No point in pretending otherwise. “When the Alpha says there’s an intruder, he’s not talking about some random stranger wandering in by mistake. Ravenna doesn’t make mistakes. And Zariah—” I exhaled slowly. “Zariah showing up with her? That doesn’t add up.”
Emily’s fingers curled tighter around the edge of the blanket. “You don’t think… she’s working against you?”
I shook my head. “Not against me. Not directly. But there’s something going on. And I don’t like not knowing what it is.”
Her lips pressed together, and I couldn’t read the look she gave me. Concern, mayb
