What on earth was he doing?
I froze at the entrance of the greenhouse, unsure whether I was in reality or imagining things.
Of all the things I had expected to see in the Undercity, this was not it.
The Alpha of Undercity, the man feared like a monster across every pack, was crouched in the soil with his sleeves rolled up, dirt clinging to his boots and gloves.
He was doing some… gardening.
The thought alone was so absurd I almost laughed, but my throat was too tight.
My lips parted, caught between disbelief and horror, as I tried to process the sight.
Rion Morrigan didn't belong here among flowers.
And yet, somehow, he did.
He was among the thorns. A huge, flashy thorn.
His boots were sleek black leather, but dirt dulled their shine near the toes. His trousers clung to long legs, tailored but marred faintly at the knees with smudges.
