Skylar's POV
"You're brooding again, Skylar. It doesn't suit an Alpha who's supposed to be showing that he deserves his position more than his brother."
I didn't turn around. I didn't need to. The scent of sandalwood and pine announced Tyler's presence long before he stepped into the dim light of my study. I remained by the window, my hands clasped behind my back, staring out at the Silver Haven skyline. The moon was waning, the silver light cutting sharp angles across the Deville estate.
"I'm not brooding, Tyler," I said, my voice as cold and precise as a blade. "I'm calculating. There is a difference."
