Julius walked forward and stepped inside. What he saw made him freeze completely. The room was a mess. Furniture was overturned.
Things were scattered across the floor. Papers everywhere. A lamp had been knocked over. The entire space looked like a storm had torn through it.
But that wasn't what stopped him. Harrison stood in the center of the chaos, his back to the door. His entire body was rigid. Tense.
His breathing was heavy and uncontrolled. The air in the room was thick with pheromones—stronger than anything Julius had ever felt before. They weren't the controlled, deliberate pheromones Harrison usually released.
These were raw. Wild. Overwhelming. The door slammed shut behind Julius. The lock clicked automatically.
Harrison turned slowly. His eyes were different. Darker. Unfocused. Like he was barely holding on to himself.
"Why are you here?" Harrison's voice came out strained. Rough. "Why are you so stubborn?"
