DEA
Lance Tyeso moved like he belonged wherever his feet landed. Tall and broad-shouldered, he was dressed far too neatly for the wild surroundings. His green eyes swept the room once, assessing every enforcer around, before settling on me again, lingering in a way that made my skin prickle with unease.
The pack reacted quickly to the presence of the man. The enforcers spread along the house without being told. No one growled. No one shifted. No one moved without the order of their alpha.
Arthur’s arm remained around my shoulders calmly. He didn’t tense. He didn’t move me behind him. He simply stood there, calm as stone, as if another man walking into his territory was an inconvenience rather than a threat.
“Arthur,” Lance respectfully uttered his name like they’ve known each other for
