Chapter 22
Trista's POV
He said he was leaving for a week; only three days had passed—why was he back already?
He glanced at me as he walked in, said nothing, and went straight into the bathroom.
His expression immediately told me something was wrong. He definitely came back for a reason.
The sound of the water running seemed to drain the heat from the room, degree by degree.
My nose instinctively picked up the residual scent on his outer clothes. The fire and iron were suppressed low, but the top note still carried a scent that wasn't mine. My wolf tightened slightly behind my ribs.
I closed my laptop. I stacked the assessment sheets and medical books on the nightstand: pheromone mapping, lunar rhythm logs, and the stable breathing exercises for Mind-Link interference.
I leaned ba
