Chapter 30
Emilia did not stay in Nate’s apartment after Vanessa looked up at the window.
She grabbed her bag, locked the door the way he had shown her, and took the long way to the Gazette so she would not have to pass the sidewalk. Her wolf stayed tight the whole walk. Rain-scent still clung to her hair. Nate’s shirt was folded in her bag because putting it back had felt worse than stealing it.
The newsroom on Sunday was half dead. One intern. A printer chewing through something nobody needed. Elsa looked up from a layout and knew immediately.
“You smell like him,” Elsa said.
“Good morning to you too.”
“Vanessa was outside his building.”
Emilia stopped. “How do you know that.”
“Peggy saw her filming the block and sent me a photo like it was gossip.” Elsa lowered her voice. “Sit.
