Rebecca had looked like she was high on something. Lydia stood with her hands on her hips waiting for Damien to answer her.
He brought the gun back up into clear view once again. “I believe that I am the one asking the questions here.”
Lydia walked up to his desk. Placing both of her hands on the desk, she leaned forward to tell him, “and since I am the one with ALL of the answers that you need, I suggest that you put that gun away.”
Damien decided to humor her for now. She had been instrumental in him being able to hire the rogue mercenaries. With most of the pack members now missing, he was leaning heavily on his rogue army. He put the gun in his belt behind his back, showing his now empty hands to her.
“That’s better,” she said, “I’m ready to get down to business, but firstly, why
