Marla stepped forward, her smile thin and sharp as a blade. “Well,” she said softly, her eyes still on Kade. “Isn’t this interesting?”
Kade might have just seen the devil. His blood ran cold, his face went pale—so pale Sebastian’s head snapped toward him in confusion. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t even curse.
Of all the people to show up here, of all the nights and moments. Why, goddess? Why Marla? Even his wolf thrashed about, ready to gnaw at her flesh.
“Seb,” Kade said tightly, forcing his voice not to betray the panic crawling up his throat. “Can you… give us a minute?”
Sebastian’s eyes narrowed. Hard. Suspicious. “The hell for?”
“Please.” Kade didn’t look away from Marla. He couldn’t. “Just—give me one minute.”
Sebastian looked between them, his jaw ticking. Kade
