SLOANE
I went to Damon's room hoping to find him alone. Instead, Declan was sprawled across the leather couch near the window like he owned the damn place.
My frown came automatically. I wanted to believe they had something innocent in common. Some shared history maybe. Pack business that required constant meetings. But deep down, something about how Damon had been so clingy around Declan lately bothered me in ways I couldn't quite articulate.
"Hey, Sly." Declan grinned at me casually and way too comfortable.
I grinned back but it felt forced.
"I want to talk to Damon."
Declan's smile widened. He shifted on the cushion, settled back into the soft leather with his arms spread across the back like he had zero intention of moving.
"Sure." He gestured vaguely toward the bed. "He's righ
