I stood on that street for longer than I'm going to admit.
Reeve, the gamma I had been talking to, said something about the northern boundary report at some point. I heard the words. I did not process a single one of them because every functioning part of my brain had just walked through a glass door and I was still standing here on the outside of it like an i***t.
"Alpha."
"Give me a minute," I said.
"The report—"
"Reeve."
He stopped talking.
I stared at the administrative building.
She had walked past me. Ten meters. Close enough that the bond had done something to my chest that I did not have clinical language for, close enough that I had seen her face clearly in the morning light, close enough that I had said her name before I made the conscious decision to say it.
She had not
