Aria’s POV

The knock on the door alerted us that someone was outside his office door. I managed to throw my clothes on with speed that would have put The Flash to shame. I could hear Reid chuckle at my embarrassment. Any werewolf walking in could easily smell what we had been doing. My dishevelled appearance would only be verifying it. I tried to flatten down my hair and smooth out my clothes. Reid was slowly buttoning up his pants, not even fazed in the slightest. I groaned with annoyance at his leisurely pace.

Without warning, Zane waltzed on in, taking in the room, a sly smile spread across his...