take her to get a sample from Leigh.
Limbo was a circle of hell. I was sure of it.
A piece of English muffin bounced off my forehead, and I snarled at Reed and his too-damn-amused smirk.
“You aren’t even listening. And don’t glare at me like that. Dirge threw the bread.” He gestured to his twin brother, who wore a wide grin on the other side of the table.
“Somebody had to.” He winked at me, then went back to tucking into his plate with relish.
“What?” I asked, more tersely than I should have given I had been ignoring pack business, which was a bad look for the second.
“We asked if you’d gotten the arrangements made for Karissma’s arrival. She doesn’t want it to become widely known she’s here with the pack.”
Oh.
“Yes, she’s coming in a few weeks, unmarked pack transportation, and we
