Rowan didn’t bother knocking.
Serena looked up the second he stepped into her office, a brow already raised as if she’d sensed his approach before his hand even touched the door. Gamma instincts. They rarely failed her.
“Morning, Alpha,” she said, sliding a stack of reports aside. “You look like you slept as much as I did.”
“Did you sleep at all?” Rowan countered.
Serena snorted quietly. “I took a nap. For twenty-seven minutes. Fully refreshed.”
He gave her a flat look.
“Okay, maybe not refreshed.” She gestured to the chair across from her. “Sit. You’re vibrating with too many thoughts. It’s annoying.”
Rowan dropped into the chair, elbows braced on his knees, hands clasped. Serena watched him with uncharacteristic softness creeping into her sharp eyes.
“Start talking,” she said.
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