“Call the pilot,” I muttered, dragging a hand down my face. “Tell him I’m leaving early tomorrow morning.”
“I already called him,” Davin replied without missing a beat. “You’re leaving tonight. Jet’s prepped for takeoff at eleven. That gives you enough time to tell Amara you’ll be gone for a while.”
Motherfucker.
“You don’t tell me what to do,” I snapped at him.
There was silence on the other end. Heavy, tense silence. All I could hear was his breathing—steady, restrained. Then, finally, he spoke.
“You’re my boss, Xander. That’s a fact, and it’ll never change,” he said quietly. “But before that… you’re my friend. Hell, you’re more than that. I grew up with you. I’ve seen you at your best and your worst, and I know what you’re capable of. That’s why this matters.”
He paused for a seco
