Lenny
The way she said it, with such complete trust and appreciation, made me want to find some way to bend the rules for her. But I knew Ramsey would have my head if I overstepped my authority, especially with the Hollow Kin breathing down our necks.
"When Ramsey gets back, I'll mention it to him," I offered lamely. "Maybe he'll be in a better mood about loosening restrictions."
"That's very kind of you." She smiled again, and I felt that familiar flutter in my stomach that I'd been trying to ignore for the better part of my life. "I should let you get back to work. You look like you've been here all night."
I glanced around at the organised chaos of my investigation, realising how I must look after my sleepless research binge. "Something like that."
"Take care of yourself, Lenny," she said, pausing at the door. "The pack needs you healthy and sharp."
"Cassidy—wait," I said, standing awkwardly.
She turned to look at me.
