Lauren
My office smelled of old books and ink, the air thick with something unspoken as Liam leaned against the desk, just a little too close. I should’ve expected it from him—he had a habit of ignoring personal space, especially when he thought he had the upper hand.
“What do you mean?” I bristled, arms crossing instinctively. “About my wolf.”
Liam’s golden eyes gleamed, that ever-present smirk playing on his lips. “Well,” he murmured, his tone light but his gaze anything but, “I may have some ideas that could… fix your little situation.”
I stiffened. “You know why my wolf is gone?”
Liam tilted his head, the amusement in his expression deepening like he was enjoying a joke at my expense. “I’ve had theories.” He pushed off the desk next to me, sauntering past me with all the confiden
