DANE'S POV
I stood in the grand hall, frustration simmering beneath my skin like a pot about to boil over. "Just 3 days, that's all we've got left, and the preparations are crawling along like a snail on Valium," I said, my voice low and even, but with a hint of irritation that I couldn't quite keep in check.
Caleb stood before me, a smirk dancing on his lips, his eyes sparkling with amusement like he knew some secret joke I didn't.
I knew that look, knew he was hiding something behind those laughing eyes.
"You're still smiling? What's so funny?" I asked, my tone sharp enough to cut, but I didn't care.
He chuckled, the sound low and husky, and I felt a flicker of annoyance like a flame that refused to die.
As his best friend, I knew his reactions were rarely without motive. Every
