Shock flickered across his face.
Then fury.
Then something darker, deeper, more dangerous than either.
Dani’s heart stumbled.
After ten years, ten years of hiding, of building a life, of swearing she would never return…
Arthur Wells was standing in front of her.
And he was looking at her like she had personally torn open the earth beneath his feet.
Aurelia gripped her hand tighter, but Dani couldn’t look away from him.
Couldn’t breathe.
Couldn’t run.
She had known this moment was coming.
But knowing had done nothing to prepare her for the reality of it.
For the way Arthur’s eyes burned straight through her.
For the way her heart ached like a reopened wound.
For the way the air between them went sharp, alive, dangerous.
Her past had found her.
And Arthur was only just beginning.
Chapter 4 - Arthur
For a long, terrible heartbeat, Arthur couldn’t breathe.
He couldn’t think.
The clearing, the packs, the witches, Dominic’s staring, Chase’s posturing…all of it fell away.
Because she was standing there.
Dani.
Ten years vanished like mist in the sun. She was exactly as he remembered, and nothing like it. She didn’t look a day older, her red curls still tumbling wildly around a face he had memorized long before he should have, eyes wide with shock and fear and something that cracked his chest open.
And she was holding a child’s hand.
A little girl.
A girl of maybe ten, with thick curls and—
Arthur’s heart stopped.
Blue eyes.
His eyes.
