Calhoun's pov~
I opened the trash like a man opening a wound.
My hands shook. For a second the world went grainy at the edges, like the light had been turned down inside my skull. One scroll and the abyss yawned back at me, several emails from the Pack partners, all of them, every single one of their messages, their interest, their meeting requests were deleted. Not archived. Not ignored. Deleted. In my trash.
I blinked until spots swam. How? I'd been buried in files last night. I hadn't touched my phone. The only other person who had been in this apartment was Carmela. That realization hit me hard. White-hot rage crawled up my veins and took my hands. Carmela.
That sheltered princess of a woman who'd never punched a clock in her life. Carmela, who wore power like perfume but had never
