Nathan's POV
My concern for Aria must have been obvious, because the entire team moved around her with a kind of muted deference, as if my worry alone was enough to make them tread carefully. I hated how unsteady she looked, hated even more that I couldn't fix it right here, right now.
She left quietly, her steps small, controlled and almost defeated.
And just before the investigator guided her out, she glanced back at me looking reluctant and conflicted. She was obviously hurting.
My chest tightened, my wolf growling low inside me, restless and uneasy until she was out of sight.
The moment the door closed behind her, Collins stepped forward and ordered the hotel sealed. Locks clicked, the doors thudding shut with finality.
I became more alert.
"What's going on?" I demanded, my voic
