Chloe’s pov
"That's Nash's private office." Ray's voice cut through the quiet beside me. "He doesn't usually leave it open."
She'd been leading me through the east wing all morning, naming rooms I'd need to know, the library, the second parlor, the hall where the pack elders met on full moons.
We passed that door standing open a crack, and whatever calm I'd found evaporated, replaced by an ache low in my ribs I couldn't explain and didn't trust, my feet stopped moving entirely.
I should have kept walking. Instead I pushed the door wider and stepped inside, drawn forward by a feeling I couldn't place, like a hand pressed flat against my sternum guiding me toward the far wall.
The office smelled like him, and the scent alone made my pulse pick up, my heart hammered against my chest. A
