POV: Dinah
Garrick never sent the money immediately because he is a man who likes to hold onto power until the very last second, clutching it like a dying man clutches a lifeline.
I wait until the thirty-minute mark exactly, watching the seconds tick by on the digital clock, and my phone sits on the velvet bedspread like a grenade waiting to go off.
I pick it up with a steady hand and I call the Pack Enforcers, letting the phone ring just long enough for the threat to register in the network before I hang up.
Another half hour later Garrick calls back, panic vibrating through the device even before I answer, but I don't answer.
I hang up.
He calls again, desperate now, realizing that his control over me has evaporated like mist in the sun.
I hang up again.
After five rounds of this
