Cardan
“We’re starting,” Killian says.
“There’s an empty seat beside you.” Someone interjects.
“He’s in no position to keep us waiting!” Alexei slams his fist down on the council table, “To keep his Alpha waiting? Does he understand what’s at stake?”
Killian holds his ground, “I don’t see his Alpha bitching about it.”
“Every ear on this table holds value,” Gregory states, keeping his gaze locked on Kill’s, “We weren’t just selected to fill up seats. Everyone needs to be present, that’s our rule.”
“One he’s so blatantly tossing aside.”
“Something could have come up, Kill,” Greg says, “A couple more minutes wouldn’t hurt.”
“What the f**k did you just call me?” Kill’s neck lolls harshly to the side, as he levels Gregory with a hot, dark stare, “Wash that goddamn name out of your mout
