I cut him off, slow and deliberate. “Her things are gone? Then you’re gone too. And bring the cleaning director with you. I want everything from my office that got tossed—found.”
Warrick’s face drained of color. He nearly tripped backing out, sweat slick on his skin. “Yes, sir—right away. I’ll...” The door clicked shut behind him.
I dropped into my chair, head falling back against the leather as I stared at the ceiling lights. That restless fire in my gut kept burning, but I couldn’t even pin down what the hell I was mad at. She left. Her stuff got trashed. It should’ve been clean. Final.
But that second photo—the one where she looked genuinely happy?
I’d wanted to keep that one. My wolf let out a low, mournful sound inside, curling tighter with a frustration that mirrored my own. T
