Vorian POV
“KAVIRA!” Her voice cut sharply across the office.
I glanced up from my screen, startled. She stood there glaring at me, irritation practically radiating from her.
“What? I’m right here,” I answered, a bit defensively.
“I’ve been talking to you for five minutes. Did you hear a single word I said?” Her tone confirmed what her expression already revealed she was annoyed.
“Sorry. No. I was reading an email.”
Not just any email the council had sent word that Alpha Cyran had died during the night. They were calling it natural causes. I called it bullshit. Oren’s hand was all over this. I’d been drafting a response when she started talking, my focus split between duty and the woman I loved.
“Well, pay attention!” she snapped. “The flowers and everything else are arriving tonigh
