The bell above the door jingled as we stepped inside.
Warmth. The smell of maple and roasted coffee. Familiar booths and worn-in chairs. A wave of comfort rushed through me, and then the peace immediately shattered.
Fuck.
"Oh f**k," my wolf echoed my sentiment.
James was there.
Sitting by the window. With her.
Miranda was laughing at something, head thrown back in that perfectly rehearsed way, like the sound was made to echo in rooms like this—public, casual, intimate in all the wrong ways. James didn’t look like he was laughing. If anything, he looked vaguely bored, his hand propping up his jaw. But still… they were together.
They were together. Out in the open, like they were... legal, lawful.
I froze in the doorway, wincing at the sight of it.
My breath caught mid-step, and the
