Ethan’s POV
The night air felt heavy when I walked toward the patrol station. The moon was half-hidden behind clouds, throwing long shadows across the ground. Fiona was already there, leaning against the wooden post like she had been waiting for me.
She wasn’t dressed like someone ready for patrol. Tight black leather pants hugged her legs, a short fitted jacket that showed her curves, and her hair fell over her shoulders in soft waves. She looked out of place, too polished for the woods, too prepared for something else. When she smiled at me, it wasn’t a friendly smile—it lingered too long, as if she was testing how far she could push me.
“I thought you might need company tonight,” she said, stepping forward slowly. Her perfume was sharp in the cold night air. “It gets dull out here i
