Kian’s POVThe screen in front of me has looked the same for the past twenty minutes. I haven’t read a single word. My mind isn’t on the reports; it’s on her, Nara.I pick up my phone again to check, but there’s nothing, no new messages or missed calls. I know she’s busy, and her work is important, especially with the threat against her now that Wilson is back. But being away from my mate has never felt this wrong, and this distance is killing me.A knock sounds at the door. Before I can chase the person away, the door opens, and Naomi comes in, carrying two coffees. She smiles at...