I did not like that she called Dexter instead of me, not one bit, and the feeling sat heavy in my chest because she should have come to me first, even if I was the one who scared her, even if I was the one who made things complicated. The thought of her asking another man for help made my jaw tighten, and my wolf, Ruin, stirred restlessly inside me, annoyed and possessive in a way I did not want to admit.
The last time I had gone into her room without knocking replayed in my head whether I wanted it to or not, the way the door had opened and there she was, standing there with nothing but white fabric on her skin, soft and untouched, her body frozen while her eyes widened in shock.
Her scent had hit me first, warm and clean and nervous, wrapping around my senses and sinking deep into my
