Annakel
For half a second, Annakel can’t move.
Selene Marr stands in the doorway of the suite like she owns oxygen. The men in the room don’t look surprised to see her. That’s the first confirmation.
This was never a “broker node.”
This was a mouth.
And she walked into it.
Selene’s eyes travel over Annakel’s face, then her throat, then down to her hands folded too tightly in her lap. She smiles like she’s admiring a successful experiment.
“You’re shaking less today,” Selene observes. “Good. Alpha scent is stabilizing you.”
Annakel forces her voice to work. “You followed me.”
Selene laughs softly. “No,” she says. “I invited you. You just didn’t know it.”
Viktor steps slightly forward, putting himself between Annakel and Selene without fully blocking her. His voice is flat. “This m
