SIENNA’S POV

The door swung open before I could even fix my face.

Luther’s expression changed in an instant. The warmth—or whatever tiny piece of it he’d allowed me to see—disappeared. That smooth, unreadable Alpha calm took over. The kind that filled a room before he even said a word.

“Cosette,” he said, his tone low, even, the kind that made spines straighten.

The woman who stepped in looked like she ran on order and caffeine. Middle-aged, elegant in a sharp navy uniform, ...