Ethan knew the moment Amelia stepped onto his floor.
It wasn’t sound or scent that alerted him—it was the pull.
Sharp. Immediate. Unwelcome.
He straightened behind his desk, fingers curling slightly against the polished surface as the familiar pressure coiled tight in his chest. The bond stirred, restless and insistent, reacting to her proximity like it had been waiting for her to arrive.
Too soon.
He closed his eyes briefly, forcing his breathing to steady. The last thing he needed was to lose control in the middle of the office.
“Mr. Lyric?” Amelia’s voice came softly from the doorway.
He opened his eyes.
For a split second—just a fraction too long—his vision sharpened unnaturally, the room shifting as his senses tried to push forward. He caught it in time, forcing the change bac
