THAT NEXT MORNING, rain is falling angrily on my rooftop as I finish up the review of the latest book I've read. I'm slightly annoyed because I know the time is fast approaching for me to do my grocery shopping and, although my brother agreed to do it for me, I hate that I'm forced to hide all because of The Iron Order's reputation.
On the upside, I know that today I can focus solely on my work and nothing else. Yesterday, after I admitted my condition and he kissed me before I could react, I pulled away and scolded him to which he just laughed. His phone had rung and interrupted the moment—thank the good Lord up in Heaven—and immediately, I knew something was very wrong. His eyes held that dark look I'd seen many times before when something had gone wrong with his "business."
He had cur
