Madison Nash doesn’t laugh. He just watches me, then the hallway, then me again. Suspicion casting a glaze over his eyes. Cole leans back in his chair, watching Nash stare blankly toward the hallway. “Buddy, you watch Mercer harder than your last girlfriend. You wanna talk about it?” Ryan laughs. “Seriously. He went to the bathroom, not war.” Nash ignores both of them and keeps watching the hallway. His expression is flat, but his eyes are sharp enough to cut. Something in him coils tight, like his wolf is listening for something he doesn’t quite understand yet. I take a slow sip of my drink, trying to ignore the way my wolf is pacing under my sk
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