“I didn’t,” Arthur said evenly. When Cooper frowned, he clarified, “That is to say, I never spoke to him. Which sounds terrible, I know. All this time, I’d seen him around. I wish I had, now. It’s terribly sad how caught up in our own little lives we get and don’t know the first thing about the person standing right beside us.” He put his hand around Genevieve’s waist.

Park leaned in even closer, and though Arthur’s expression remained placid behind his tinted glasses, Genevieve’s turned a little annoyed. “Is there some kind of problem, Agent Park?” she asked.

He looked at her, surprised, as if he’d completely forgotten her presence, and quickly took a step back. “I’m sorry,” Park said. “I’m afraid I’m having a hard time, ah, seeing in here.”

She relaxed somewhat, happy to go along with whatever excuse the guy with the rich family chose to provide, no matter how thin. “Yes, they do keep it terribly dark. I’m always surprised they don’t have more accidents. Little heads running around and crashing into each other.”

“Shouldn’t you be heading back to filming soon, babe?” Arthur asked. “I did think I saw Niko looking for you.”

“Oh, shoot!” Genevieve kissed Arthur quickly on the cheek. “You’re right. She’ll be furious. Excuse me, I really must go. It was a real pleasure meeting you, Agent Park, and—” She looked at Cooper blankly, clearly having forgotten his name. “And please do come find me tonight and say hello,” she covered as smoothly as possible.

They said their goodbyes, and Cooper listened to her footsteps recede down the hall. As soon as they heard the whoosh of the door leading back to the others, Park turned back to Arthur.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked immediately, shocking Cooper into silence.

Arthur, on the other hand, looked as if he’d expected this. Like this, in fact, was the exact reason he had sent his wife away. “Nothing whatsoever, I assure you.”

“I can barely scent you,” Park protested. “You don’t smell human, but you—you don’t—I almost can’t smell the wolf in you.”

“If you wouldn’t mind keeping your voice down,” Arthur said perfectly pleasantly, glancing past Park in the direction Genevieve had gone. “I’d be happy to explain. But this is a topic I’d rather avoid having to explain to my wife.”

“She doesn’t know you’re a werewolf?” Cooper asked incredulously. “How is that possible?

Arthur looked at him. “When, do you imagine, it must come up?”

“I—” Cooper glanced at Park. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand.”