As I sat in the pack office, looking at the memorials, my mind drifted back to Eva. The man following Eva had vanished like smoke. Ron had been chasing dead ends. What infuriated me the most was that, my spies failed to notice someone was tailing Eva sooner.
I sighed, irritated when a tapping on my desk snapped me out of my derailed train of thoughts. Adam stood there with his magnanimity, his posture regal, shoulders squared as always. Despite that demeanor, he could not hide the flickering worry in his eyes. I knew why he was here.
Still, the moment his eyes met mine, the heat between us ignited. It always did when Eva was involved.
"Still no lead?" he asked, voice clipped as he glanced at the papers scattered on my desk. He didn’t even bother with formalities.
"No," I replied, spin
