Fenrir POV What is this? Alaric’s voice cut in the moment I sat behind my desk. He had been quiet the whole morning. Watching. Waiting. Just like me. I glanced again at her. She was fully focused on the book in her hands. But that wasn’t it. She wasn't sitting on the edge of the sofa ready to leave. She was settled—legs folded beneath her, shoulders draped in the blanket I put on her. The change was subtle. But there. Her trying.I replied and opened the first report on my desk. Time moved quickly after that—dates, numbers, names—checked within minutes. Necessary transactions—signed. Then the next. Clear. Efficient. Faster with her in the room. I had told her that. Now it was even better. I glanced at her. Again. Then out the window. And closed the last report. I leaned back slightly, letting my gaze settle on her again. “You’re done?” her gaze snapped to me. Aware.I nodded. “You?” She looked at the book then back at me. “Almost.” “Finish it. I’ll prepare
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