Abby lingered in the cells for an extra second, every instinct screaming at her to stay. To talk to Joe. To ask him what Green River was like, what kind of alpha Evan had been before everything fell apart. She wanted to know about Kari, about why Joe hadn’t looked happy to see his alpha, about what had driven him to kill his own father.
There were a hundred questions tangled in her chest.
Instead, she forced her feet to move and followed the men out into the hallway.
As she shut the door, Lucas brushed the back of her hand with his fingers. She looked up into his honey-brown eyes.
“You alright?” he whispered.
She swallowed and nodded, though her eyes burned suddenly.
“Deep breaths,” he murmured. “We’ll be done soon, then you can get away.”
He turned toward the elevator, and Abby cau
