EMBER’S POV
Logan Reeves looks like demon wearing a man’s skin.
The polished businessman I’ve always known is gone — eaten through by weeks of possibly not sleeping or eating.
He’s thinner in the face, hollowed under the eyes, vibrating with an unhinged frequency.
His wolves form a loose circle that tightens as I skid to a halt, and every single one of them is watching me with the flat, patient hunger of predators who haven’t been told whether to kill me or not.
I try to step back and two of his men are already there, closing the gap behind me. The circle is complete.
“Seems you’ve gotten yourself into a little problem.” He tilts his head, studying the torn dress, the bare feet, the blood, with detached amusement. “Just like you always do. Causing trouble wherever you go, at the summ
