Penelope POV
"Go on then," I said, leaning back in my leather chair. "Call him."
Melvin did not move. He just stared at me, his eyes burning with a cheap, desperate fury. He wanted me to blink. He wanted me to drop to my knees and beg him to slide his phone back into his expensive suit pocket.
I merely tilted my head and gestured toward his screen with a slow, polite wave of my hand. "Do it, Melvin. I am waiting."
Inside my head, Aria was practically howling with laughter. My wolf clawed at my consciousness, her mental voice a loud, mocking roar. He thinks he is doing something. He really thinks he is about to ruin us.
It was almost pathetic. Melvin truly believed he held the ultimate weapon. He thought he could just dial up the King of Lycan and have me erased like a bad smudge on hi
