“Emily. Please stay.”She froze near the threshold. Just for a second. Then she turned, spine straight, expression masking the hurt I’d been trying to avoid the last couple of days.She said nothing as the last person slipped out behind her and the door eased closed again, sealing us in.I stayed wh
Logan The report sat unopened on my desk for a full hour before I touched it again.Not because I doubted what was inside. I didn’t. I’d read it twice already the night before, memorized the sequence of events, the files, the log trails Emily had laid out perfectly.She hadn’t missed a detail. That
EmilyBy dawn, I was already back at my desk with a mug of tea I barely remembered making and a pit in my stomach that hadn’t moved in days.The office was quiet—most of the staff didn’t start arriving for another hour—but my fingers were already flying across the keyboard, combing through the login
EmilyBy the time I stepped back into Logan’s office, the air felt colder. Or maybe it was just him.He didn’t look up when I entered. Didn’t acknowledge me at all, actually. Just flipped a page in the thick folder he was reading and said flatly, “Close the door.”I did.The other assistants were al
For a moment, I considered going to Logan. The recent tension between us stopped me. I didn’t feel like I could go to him.By the end of the workday, the rumors were already spreading. Word had gotten around that I was under suspicion for embezzling from the pack’s accounts. People who were once fri
EmilyThe days following the carnival felt like walking on shifting sands. One moment, everything felt fine. We settled into this space where we were two people figuring each other out. The next, the weight of the words the fortune teller spoke hung over me, heavy and suffocating.Fated mates.I cou