KAEL’S POV I was still smiling. That was the problem. I’d showered, dressed, laced my boots, reviewed three tactical reports about Vivian’s coven movements, and eaten half an apple standing over my desk — and the entire time, I was smiling. Like an idiot. Like a man who hadn’t slept properly in five years and had somehow forgotten how his own face worked. Because Aria Winters had walked into my bathroom, taken one look at me, covered her eyes with both hands, and then attempted to hold a coherent conversation with a wall. I’m not looking. My Lycan rumbled with satisfaction deep in my chest. She looked, he said smugly. “She absolutely looked,” I agreed out loud, to no one. We should smile at her more. She turns pink when we smile at her. “That’s manipulative.” Yes, my Lycan agreed, completely unbothered. Do it anyway. I set down the tactical report and pressed two fingers to my mouth, physically attempting to neutralize the expression. It didn’t work. The smil
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