I didn't know why I felt restless as I made my way upstairs, the sound of my heels echoing faintly through the quiet corridor. May had told me Elliot wanted to see me, and I couldn't shake the feeling that it wasn't going to be anything simple. Part of me wondered if he was still angry about earlier, if he planned to use work as an excuse to assert control.
That thought alone made my chest tighten.
By the time I reached his office door, I didn't hesitate. I pushed it open without knocking, expecting to find him alone, waiting.
I was wrong.
The moment the door swung wide, the scent hit me first—sharp, unfamiliar, clinging too closely to him. My gaze lifted, and everything inside me stilled.
Hayley was in his arms.
