The Alpha's Hidden Heir
“Have the car waiting.”
Dean does not argue again, but his silence carries everything he thinks.
Twenty minutes later, the river district rises around them in wet streets, low brick buildings, cheap bars, and motel signs that flicker red through the mist. This part of Riverton smells of oil, old water, cigarette smoke, and survival stripped down to its barest shape. Everett thinks of Finn walking through streets like these while feverish and injured, trying to disappear among people who have learned not to notice anyone in trouble.