Neither Nolan nor I said anything until it until he was gone.
Only when he seemed to turn toward Alpha Raymond’s office in the older wing did I feel I could possibly find my senses again.
Nolan’s eyes were still wide, but they were focused on me. “What?” he breathed.
“Did you not feel that?” I asked.
He shook his head slowly, but his brows tugged together over pursed lips. “I mean, it felt a bit off, I guess, but…”
But nothing like the suffocating skin-crawling power I felt.
“I’ve seen that man before, but he didn’t have those tattoos,” he added.
“Those weren’t tattoos.” I shook my head, but I didn’t have an explanation for them, not one that made sense anyway.
“He’s probably just here to pay his condolences, and he will be gone,” Nolan explained.
Again, it struck me that he was t
