Chapter 35

• "What can I help with?" I asked as I took the seat opposite his. Rather than reply, he walked around his desk and buried his face in my neck. His breath tickled my skin until he froze. I knew without a doubt that he had scented Lucien on me with the way he froze and slowly withdrew. He went back into his seat without a word, anger pouring from his skin and filling the room.
• "Lucien was my best friend," I started when he dove into his work.
• "I don't care." His quiet words were little more than snarls.