Paige's POV
I raised my face to the gentle autumn breeze. The scent of fresh rain and wild orchids – my own natural aroma – mingled with his pine in a way that wasn't entirely unpleasant.
"Thanks, Neo," I said, bending slightly forward in gratitude after closing the car door. I touched my forehead gingerly, grateful the hospital visit had confirmed what I already knew—werewolf healing was already working its magic. The bump was barely visible now.
Neo playfully saluted me, his eyes holding mine a moment longer than necessary. "No problem, Paige."
I was about to leave when he cleared his throat, drawing my attention back. His gaze shifted to the imposing structure of Hotel Monroe before returning to me, curiosity evident in his expression. "So, this is where you work?"
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