Lance's POV
With Adrian gone, so too had the faint traces of vanilla and raspberries that had been clinging to the air. Their lingering presence had made the boardroom almost unbearable for me, every breath a reminder of something I wasn't ready to face. The moment the lights flickered off, I slipped away, silent as shadow, grateful for the excuse to leave before someone noticed the storm brewing under my skin.
I was terrified of anyone noticing what I really was, of someone catching even the smallest glimpse of the red marks burning across my neck. They were raw reminders of my wolf's claws, of his violent attempt to surface when I had no strength to control him.
