Marcus Cutler POV:

Julia walked me to her front door, and as I stepped through, I found myself on the porch of the first house I had checked. Looking down the hill, I could even pick out the place I had watched the house from. I couldn’t help giving a small laugh.

“You could have saved yourself a lot of trouble if you had just listened when my imprint tried to talk to you,” Julia said quietly from behind me.

“Yeah, I can see that now,” I admitted.

I turned ...