CHAPTER 43
DRAKE
It’s late. The last rays of sunlight stretch across my office floor, turning the polished wood a warm, amber color. I lean back in my chair, the leather creaking softly under my weight, and let out a long breath.
The day feels like it’s been a week long, filled with meetings that go on and on. My mind is a whirlwind of budgets, reports, and pack politics. All I want is to go home, but the question of which home to go to gnaws at me. The mansion, or Elena’s new house?
The whole idea of us living in two separate places still doesn’t sit right with me. It’s a ridiculous arrangement and frankly, unnecessary.
But right now, her tantrums are the least of my worries. The rogues are more pressing. As long as she and Halo are safe, that’s what matters. At that Warren, I sigh
