Clara's POV
The meeting finally wrapped up, and I felt the tension drain from my shoulders like water.
My phone sat heavy in my blazer pocket. I pulled it out, staring at Ethan's contact for a long moment before my thumbs started moving.
[Sophie called me. What happened last night?]
I hit send.
Then immediately unsent it.
What am I doing?
He's not going to die. He never does.
I shoved the phone back in my pocket and headed for my private office, heels clicking sharp against the marble floor.
The door swung open before I could reach for the handle.
Julian Cross stood inside, leaning casually against my desk like he owned the place.
Thirty-something, built like he spent half his life in the gym, with that sun-kissed tan that made his wolf heritage impossibl
