Charles
I stand near the center of the empty space, hands in my pockets, my coat hanging neatly on my shoulders. My men are positioned around the warehouse, silent and alert, watching every entrance.
And yet…
That bastard is late.
More than thirty minutes late.
I glance at my watch again, jaw tightening.
Carl really has the nerve to keep me waiting.
Does he think I am joking with him?
Does he think this is some kind of negotiation?
My wolf shifts inside me, irritated, claws scraping against my control.
He is testing me. And he is failing.
I pull my phone from my pocket and stare at the screen.
For a moment, I consider calling Molly.
Just to hear her voice. Just to make sure she is fine. Just to remind myself why I am doing all this.
But I stop myself.
She would hear it in m
