Calder froze for only a second before turning toward her. His eyes narrowed slightly, not in surprise , in calculation.

“How much did you hear?” he asked.

Anthea met his gaze without flinching. “Enough to know you’re not just a loyal Gamma tending to an injured lady.” She shifted in the chair, her injured arm pressed lightly against her side. “You sent the rogue.”

His jaw tightened. “That means you know too much.”

She let out a soft laugh, the sound low, almost mocking. ...