The phone kept ringing.
It was probably ringing for the 15th time and until Mike eventually gave up trying to ignore it . He got up to pick it up.
“Jesse, what’s up?”
“Mike!!”
“Yes?”
“Are you crazy! I’ve been trying to call you since last night, what the Hell Happened?”
“I just…”
Mike searched the room for cigarettes. It was dark, and he had pulled the shabby curtains down.
His head was pounding. His wolf was bitter too.
They had arrived yesterday, and Killian and him hadn’t exchanged more than a few words, just like he’d expected during the flight.
Then he’d driven Killian to the manor and he was back to his place.
And he hadn’t slept since.
Mike didn’t find his cigarettes,since he was anyway supposed to Not have them, but then his eyes landed on the two empty packs fro
