Grayson’s POV

I felt it before I understood it.

One moment Lynn was still against my chest, and the next the warmth was gone — she'd stepped forward, smoothly, like she'd been planning it, and the mate bond sent me a flash of something sharp before she locked it down. Not anger. Something more complicated than that. A kind of alarm.

I followed her gaze to Baron.

He was standing where he'd been for the last twenty minutes, arms crossed, watching Lira's card game. ...