Poisonous Charade

Kaelen’s POV

The scent of Raina was still clinging to the fibers of my shirt, a haunting mixture of jasmine and defiance that made the air in my car feel too small. My skin was still humming from the sensation of her body against mine on that desk. I had intended to go straight to the West Wing, lock the door, and bury myself in the telemetry data of a ghost, but the moment I stepped through the f