Milana’s SUV rolled back onto the pack lands. The guards didn't bother to check her vehicle; nobody spotted the two rogues crouched in the trunk.
She pulled over near the dense tree line and released them, handing over a canister. “Mask your scent and wait for sunset. I will show you to the target's room and help you get her to the border,” she whispered.
The rogues nodded silently and vanished into the brush.
Milana continued her journey, but when she entered her bedroom, she gasped. Ryder was sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes narrowed into icy slits. The room was thick with tension. Milana’s heart hammered against her ribs.
He couldn't know. It’s impossible, she thought. But his piercing glare suggested otherwise.
“Where were you?” he barked.
“I was just shopping,” she repli
