Chapter 24
I didn’t expect secrets to be revealed the moment we drove up to my usual parking space and emerged in Dakota’s territory. But as my companion led me in an unusual direction—toward the dumpsters rather than away—I discovered that I’d spent five solid months oblivious to what was happening before my very eyes.
Because I’d often seen shifters lingering here in the blocky containers’ smelly vicinity. But I’d assumed this was just the designated spot for smoking breaks, that Dakota nurtured an aversion to the scent of burnt tobacco and required nicotine addicts to take their hits at the furthest possible extreme from paved walkways. Never had I noticed what the dumpsters – and their overwhelming odors—were actually intended to conceal.
“You had no idea, did you?” Ryder asked as h
