Once my solo session concluded, the scent of fresh rain and ozone—the studio’s signature—shifted as the crew began resetting the stage for the final hunt. I stepped out to let the fashion-shamans prepare my next skin, but as I approached the dressing den, I found a hulking enforcer blocking my path.
"Blake is inside with Riley. You wait your turn, rogue," he grunted.
I didn't waste words. I simply caught his gaze with a flash of silver, stepped past his heavy shoulder, and pushed the door open. Inside, the air was thick with the musk of betrayal. Riley was draped over Blake on the furs, their mouths locked in a desperate, messy display. It was a mirror image of the night I had caught them in the Northern territories, marking each other while I was away. I couldn't tell if they were tryin
