Sephora's POV
"Please come in, Slavica," I called out the moment I recognized it was Alpha Jason's beta. "Can you get the door?"
"Yes, I have my key." Which was unusual. Slavica would never enter a guest's room uninvited. She would knock and expect the guest to open the door.
I inhaled. The man downstairs who claimed to be a messenger from the neighboring pack. I'd known all along he was something other than a guest. He was too observant and he'd visited my room once, which meant he was either a very creepy pervert, or he was up to no good.
The key turned in the lock and Slavica pushed the door open. Heavy drapes covered the windows and doors, and night was falling. I knew it would take a moment or two for my eyes to adjust from the brightly lit hall to the dark of my room. Slavica st
