Her head resonated with Stan's suspicions. Her heart fluttered at the very thought Bishop thought so highly to put himself – and, by proxy, the whole of the 7T – at risk for her. The swooning romance heroine in her thought it was romantic. Stella's practical side felt it was short-sighted and absolutely horrid to put the Seven Tribesmen on the line. She was still mulling over these thoughts when she realized her feet had landed her in front of Stan's office. Her hand hovered over the doorknob as sudden dichotomy took over her thoughts. Could she talk to her partner? Trust him? Or was Bishop weaseling his way into her head, her heart, and her trust? She nibbled on the inside of her cheek before her ears registered the voices inside Stan's office. “-no one saw me.” Was that Delilah Sampson? Stella's eyebrows furrowed, her senses picking up on movement on the other side of the door. She scurried away from the door, glancing around the corridor.
