Stephen’s pov
“Come downstairs. We need to talk.”
My father’s solemn voice felt like poison to my ears.
“Can it wait? It's late and…”
“And we're hatching up a plan, too. I want you to join this mission.”
I gritted my teeth. Way to ruin the perfect moment. My dad had to call and talk about the thing I wanted to avoid: a mission.
I grimaced. The audacity!
I couldn’t believe that he was acting as though nothing had happened. Did he disregard the fact that he had threatened to kill my mate?
“Jon is hosting a party tonight. It’s his birthday, and I want to deliver a special gift to him.”
I narrowed my eyes. I knew the sort of gifts he would send. Probably a deadly blast or a gaseous bomb infused with poisonous gases.
“What? I thought you wanted to sit tight.”
“Yes, I did, but plans
