Grace POV

The poison transaction documents spread across my desk demand focus.

Evidence of Damien's guilt. Proof of conspiracy. Each detail matters.

But I can't concentrate.

Because I sense Ethan outside my door. Feel his presence through the mate bond like heat against my skin.

He's standing there. Just standing. Not entering. Not speaking.

Hope flutters in my chest. Fragile. Desperate.

Maybe this time he'll come in. Maybe he'll say ...