Chapter 44
Lucas I strolled into Ayden’s office like I owned the damn place. After all, we’d worked side by side for years—through blood, war, betrayal, and worse. Formalities had long ago gone out the window. Besides, with his senses, he already knew it was me behind the door before my hand even touched the knob. Without waiting for an invitation, I plopped down in the chair across from him. He didn’t even spare me a glance—kept typing away, face unreadable, posture rigid as always. My gaze flicked across his face, his hands, the tension in his shoulders. I studied him like a puzzle, searching for cracks in his armor, a flicker of something that would tell me what the hell was going on in that guarded head of his. Because something was off. Had been, for weeks. "You're staring so hard you're
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