95. Who To Trust

Jackson walked ahead of Layla into the lobby of his hotel and headed straight for the elevator.

That had been the longest car ride of his life. He should have thought about what being close to her did to him and gone in a different car. It didn’t matter that he loathed her; his body had other ideas.

'Loathe her? Say it louder for those in the back. Maybe they'll believe you.'

And then Cain had decided to speak just because Layla was next to him. He had focused on nothing else except Layla and that title heartbeat.

He punched the button to call the elevator harder than necessary and then looked back at the lobby.

He frowned and sniffed the air. Something felt off, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. That feeling that something was going to go wrong intensified even though he was away from his territory and treasonous pack.

It was early afternoon and a weekend, so the lobby was busy. All human, though, and none of them looked out of place. He didn't sense any danger in the air. E