Chapter 190

Declan

I looked at him, holding his gaze. “How do you do this?” I asked quietly. “How are you in my dreams? How were you in Harper’s? Last time I checked, werewolves can’t do that.”

Dane’s lips curved into something sharp and pleased.

“You’re smarter than I thought, brother,” he said. “And you’re right.”

He pushed off the wall and began circling the room, his fingers trailing along the carved wood