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CIARAN

The cabin was quiet aside from the incessant tick of the antique clock above the mantel.

I was sitting in the leather chair beside the desk, a half-full glass of whiskey within reach, and the papers before me still untouched.

Instead of dealing with said papers, I was reading the short note Liam had left for me on my desk.

It wasn't his writing, but it had his words: "She's fine. Shaken, but fine."

Liar.

I'd looked at her face before I'd walked away, and I saw the way her gaze held mine.

It was similar to a deer caught in headlights, and she wanted to run away.

The fear I saw in her eyes wasn't the kind I was hoping for. Hell, I didn't even want it at all.

I leaned back, the chair creaking beneath me in protest, and shut my eyes.

That scene in the yard came back again, and all I could remember was the sound after I’d snapped that man’s neck, the splatter of blood, and how the rest of the pack in training shut up.

That quiet I appreciated.

But her fear? Not particularly.

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