"I'm going to hang up if you don't speak," Freya said impatiently, eyeing the pile of unfinished canvases on her table. The silence on the other end of the line was beginning to irritate her.
Niklaus had initially intended to say he'd dialed the wrong number, but her obvious impatience sparked his anger. He changed his mind suddenly. "Come pick me up at the Sultry."
"Have you lost your mind?" Freya's voice was incredulous. "You want me to pick you up?"
This wouldn't be the first time. Early in their mateship, when she was still trying to please him as his Luna, there had been a similar incident. Dale, his Beta, had answered Niklaus's phone and asked her to come get her intoxicated mate.
But that night had ended disastrously. When Niklaus had opened his bleary eyes to see her
