Modric
The moment I pushed open the door to my study, irritation flared hot in my chest. Mary Ann stood behind my desk, looking far too comfortable there, with Kylian right beside her. The two of them in my private space felt like an intrusion I had not invited. Her soft curves were framed by the late afternoon light coming through the window, and Kylian leaned casually against the edge of the desk as if they were old friends sharing secrets. My wolf growled low inside me, possessive and restless.
“What are you doing in here?” I demanded, stepping inside and closing the door harder than necessary. My voice came out rough, edged with the exhaustion of days on the border and the constant fight against memories I could not erase.
Mary Ann straightened, meeting my gaze without flinching. He
