Talia didn't believe in coincidences, but believed in cycles, and while sliding fingers over worn parchment, feeling irregular texture under skin, had clear sensation past was trying pushing her toward decision she'd avoided from pride. Samir observed in silence, not with distrust, but with that care he'd always had with her, as if each gesture of hers were emotional minefield he refused crossing without permission. His wolf was restless for days, reacting to non-existent smells, to threats ...