Ryker's POV
Ryker’s POV
Raccoon's words hadn’t even fully settled when I felt the shift in the air.
She was here. Before I could argue, before my mind could even formulate the right curse, the door creaked open softly… and Valentina stepped into the room.
Slow and esitant. Her arms were wrapped around herself like a shield. She looked so small, so terribly out of place against the sterile white of the walls and the scent of blood still thick in the air. She was trembling,I could see it even from where I lay and her eyes were wide, clouded with confusion, suspicion… fear.
God. No. Not like this. I clenched my jaw, my fists curling around the sheets. My breath grew ragged again, but not from pain this time.
It was her scent. Soft, warm and utterly alluring.
Every suppressed part of me
