RHIANNONI open the door and freeze.A man is standing there, casual, like he might be a customer. Then I hear it. My name. His voice.“Rhiannon…”My stomach flips, and I spin toward the corner of the porch. He’s there. Draven.My wolf surges, traitorous and impatient. I clench my fists, biting down on the instinct to leap forward—or back. Something twists inside me, a sharp, hot ache as he steps closer.I don’t move. I can’t.How did he find me? I thought this chapter of my life was closed, that the tournament, the distance, and the time had put us on different paths. But here he is, walking straight toward my door.The man in front of me murmurs something about a car, about repairs. I don’t hear him. My eyes are glued to Draven.He stops close. Too close. The tension in his gaze presses against me. My heart pounds like it’s trying to escape. The nervous flutter I always feel around him returns, sharp and unwanted.“What a coincidence,” he says, low, deep, and I feel it vibrate thro
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