When Christina knocked, Hudson was rinsing grime off his hands.
He had just been down in the stairwell, flipping the main breaker.
Manufactured blackout.
It wasn't an original move, but it was effective.
Three days.
He had given her three whole days to respond.
She hadn't.
He was already losing his mind.
Lycaon was pacing and snarling in frustration.Their mate was so close, yet unable to acknowledge them.The bond between them went unrecognized,suspended like a bridge half-built.
Hudson had spent the entire day in the office glued to his phone.Every notification made his pulse spike, but none of the messages were from her.
Cassian had asked him out for drinks that evening, but he shut it down.
"Not tonight. I have unfinished business with a certain stubbor
