The Wolfe Heir

I stood beside him when the room had filled. Not behind him, not at the professional remove I'd maintained for the past three weeks. Beside him — at the distance that meant this is real and deliberate and I am not apologizing for being here.

Ivana Sinclair arrived at seven minutes to noon in white.

Pure, deliberate white. Not accidental.

Her eyes found me before they found him. I held them. Didn't