Devin shows up without warning, which seems to be a theme in my life now, because the knock at the front door comes right in the middle of the afternoon lull when the packhouse is busy enough to feel crowded but quiet enough that no one is expecting company. I’m halfway down the stairs when I hear his voice carry through the hall, familiar and human and completely out of place, and my stomach drops before my brain has time to catch up, because there are some sounds you don’t expect to hear in places like this, and Devin’s voice is one of them.
“Bella?”
I freeze mid step, one hand gripping the banister a little too tightly, my heart kicking hard against my ribs as instinct and reality collide in a way that makes my skin prickle. Axel and Atticus both turn at the same time, their attention
