Draven's POV
The flight to New York was quiet. I spent most of it staring out the window, my mind fixed on Caroline's face when she told me she would leave if I didn't respect her boundaries. The pain in her eyes had been real, and it tore at me like nothing else could.
Ryan noticed my mood but was smart enough not to mention it directly. "The Henderson contract is practically in the bag," he said instead, trying to distract me. "We just need to hammer out the final details."
"Yeah," I replied absently.
Kyle glanced up from her tablet. "The documentation Caroline prepared is perfect. She really thought of everything."
Just the mention of her name made my wolf, Alaric, whine within me. I'd pushed too hard, too fast. I should have respected her need for space, especially with everything
