I was growing tiresome. I had heard nothing from the waste of a space warrior. I had expected something by now. I wanted answers and I wanted them soon. I mean, the warrior had agreed to the plan. Of course he had. Senior warrior or not, I always assumed he would. He was a man, and Raven Throncroft was a beautiful she-wolf. What man would not jump at the opportunity to get close to her, and get paid for it?! But what was taking him so damn long? Was he getting too close? I found myself pondering.
Oddly, the thought did not anger me the way that it should. I do not think it would surprise me. The man was only acting upon his instinct if that was the case. She would be the one to blame. She was the one who was soon to be wed.
Despite my regular doubts about Raven, I knew that, in the m
