Penelope POV
"You are exactly thirty minutes late, Leif."
I did not wait for him to speak. I spat the words directly into the receiver, slamming my coffee mug down onto the mahogany desk. The dark liquid sloshed over the rim, staining a stack of unresolved pack border reports.
"Is that any way to greet your favorite brother, Penelope?" Leif chuckled through the encrypted screen. His face filled the display, glowing with that same infuriating, effortless perfection. He shifted, adjusting the collar of a designer jacket that probably cost more than a mid-tier pack’s monthly budget. "I am hurt. Deeply hurt."
"I have three brothers, Leif. You rank fourth on a good day."
"Ouch." He flashed a blinding smirk, completely unbothered. "You have grown sharper since the divorce. I like it. It sui
