“They are taking too long. Are you sure that ‘cousin’ of yours will really arrive marching in with his troops one of these days, Lucas?”
“Too impatient to be your usual, Vivian Grant. I thought I would be the one to say that first,” Lucas scoffed at the lady who was slumped lazily in a chair, with both her feet raised on the table where council meetings were usually held. “And put your feet down.”
“Boring,” she sighed out, “Excuse me for a while, then. I missed walking around here.”
“You used not to ask for my permission.”
“Have you not gotten the hint I was asking you to come with me? I do not know, maybe we might meet Emily around and you can confirm my hunch that she is jealous or some sort,” Vivian shrugged, laughing as she teased the Alpha.
A day has passed since the three of the
