Thorne
The moment I stepped into my room and saw her, I knew this night was going to end badly.
Michelle sat there like she owned the place—back straight, legs crossed, one hand resting lazily on her thigh. She was glaring at me like she'd been waiting hours, her eyes sharp and smug, as if I'd finally wandered into some trap she'd been planning for weeks.
My first thought wasn't even Why is she here? It was How the hell did Archer miss this?
My wolf growled low, pacing in my head. We didn't see her coming either, Thorne. You think Archer's omnipotent?
I ignored him, though the irritation that rolled through me was hot enough to make my shoulders stiffen. I shut the door with a snap. "Get out."
Her painted lips curved into a slow smile. "That's not much of a welcome."
"It's the only one you're getting," I shot back, stepping further in. "Door's right there. Use it."
