From the dark forest, I watched Ryker through his office window. He sat at his desk on the first floor of the Lycans’ pack house and pushed a hand through his hair, reading Roman’s journal. Exactly three hours ago, I’d had the chance to sneak into the office, to go through every piece of paper in his desk, and to confirm every one of my suspicions.
I’d invited Ryker over at eleven p.m. to talk about the information in Roman’s journal. Only he thought this talking was code for f*****g me. He’d had that small, innocent smirk on his lips when I asked him, the one he had given me at the stream the day he told me I’d be a good fit for the Lycans.
talktalkinginnocentThough he had only kissed me once last night, he’d pulled me toward him like he had wanted me for far longer than I had thought—f
