Baby Wolves

Cassidy

After directing David and Anderson to take the portraits to my old room. I tugged my hoodie tighter around me and made my way toward the Council Hall, where Damon had said Kieran would be.

The door was partially ajar. I stepped inside slowly, my boots barely making a sound against the polished floors.

He was seated behind a long oak desk, his laptop open, fingers flying across the keyboard. He didn't look up.

I stepped closer.

Still nothing.

"So… are you having an affair?" I asked, voice light, teasing—masking the nerves flickering under my skin.

He paused, glanced at me once, then looked back down at the screen.

"That would be impossible," he said flatly. "My wife is too damn pretty and sexy to make me want someone else. Plus, Damon would kill me if I tried."

His tone was off. Distant. Not angry—but not warm either. Like he was answering out of habit, not feeling.