WESLEY

The office was tense, the air thick with Ryker’s frustration, he paced around like a claustrophobic predator in a small cage, his fists clenching the edge of the desk, knuckles whitening.

His eyes were dark and angry, and I stayed close, knowing better than to speak unless he actually spoke to me.

“She’s focused on him now,” he growled. “Lucas. A guard saw them yesterday. I expected her to be with her friend and the children especially after her outburst. I mean that's ...