Desmond's POV
It'd been four days since the feud with my father. He didn't call me to apologize, and I didn't care. I never looked forward to his calls anyway. The only form of interaction we had was this morning, when he sent me a mail, stating the latest conversation he had with Jeremiah.
Things at the organization was very disorganized, and Jeremiah was trying his best bet to get them off my back. Apparently, I had nothing to worry about for now, but that still didn't completely place my worries at ease. It'd been years since I had any contact with them, but from what I remembered, those men usually didn't give up once they had their eyes set on a target. Unless they weren't serious about coming after me in the first place.
With that pushed to the side, I could focus on my pack and m
