**Nathan’s POV**
The message was still on my phone when Miles stood up and started pulling on a shirt.
“You’re not going alone,” he said. “Rowan doesn’t send messages like that for anything simple.”
“I know.” I sat up, the ache in my shoulder still present. “But ignoring him could cause problems. The alliance is new. If he turns this into official pack business, my father will hear about it before morning.”
Miles looked at me. “So your plan is to walk in there and hope for the best?”
“No. My plan is to hear what he wants and leave. You’re coming with me.”
He held my gaze for a moment, then nodded. “Get dressed. We’re leaving soon.”
I replied to the number while I put my clothes back on.
**Nathan:**
When and where?
The answer came quickly.
**Mary:**
Private lounge, east wing
