Selena.
I knew something was wrong the moment he walked back in.
It wasn’t obvious. Not to anyone who didn’t know him.
His face was composed. Controlled. The same calm authority he wore like armor every day. But I had learned him. Slowly. Carefully. In the way you learn something dangerous, by watching for the smallest shifts.
And something had shifted. Not just in him. In the air between us.
“Denver?” I said softly, pushing off the edge of the desk.
His eyes flicked to me immediately, and for a second, just a second, something dark passed through them.
Then it was gone.
“Everything’s fine,” he said.
Too quick. Too smooth. That was never a reassurance. It was a warning.
I frowned slightly, stepping closer. “That didn’t sound like ‘fine.’ What happened?”
“Nothing you need to worr
