Lynn's POV

He stands in the doorway. Taller than I remember. He's thinner—cheekbones sharper, jawline more defined. His suit is impeccable as always, but it hangs differently now. Like he's lost weight he couldn't afford to lose.

But his eyes.

God, his eyes.

Deeper. Darker. Haunted by something I can't name.

Yet still—still—devastatingly handsome. Still the man who could stop my heart with a single look.

Still my mate.

'MATE!' Istha screams. ...