Chapter 959 A Stranger

• Alex
• This isn’t the way of my kind. It’s why everything about her has always felt so confusing, from the moment I met her in that supply closet years ago and touched her then, felt her warmth as she shattered into muffled sobs. I was used to the strict nature of shifters–all senses and heat. Skye was less open, more guarded, keeping those normally outward parts of herself, her kind, tucked away and twisted in an iron embrace.
• But now, in my office, she’s open. Smiling. Teasing me.