CAELIN POV
Something was wrong.
I knew it the second Martha walked toward her bedroom and closed the door shut behind her.
It was the little things.
The way she kept pretending to watch the movie while staring somewhere three feet past the television. The way her cheeks had gone pink twice for absolutely no reason and then she'd looked furious with herself, like blushing was a personal failure that could ruin her credibility before the examination of a bad guy..
I knew all her masks.
I knew way too well her usual body language. I might have a few photos of it even.
I knew when she was angry and when she was hiding her emotions behind her sharp tongue..
And whatever was going on with Martha had me lying beside the couch in wolf form, ears twitching, pretending not to notice while ev
