-Andrew-
Where are you?
Busy. I’m with your dad. I’ll let you know where I am when I’m ready to see you.
What the f**k does that even mean?
I swear I can feel Laylah giggle across our bond. Just go with it. I swear, it’s nothing bad.
I stomp down the hall and into Mom’s office. She raises an eyebrow when I barge in, but she doesn’t say anything. I flop down into a chair across from her desk.
“Where exactly is your mate?” I ask.
Mom laughs. “Your father? I have no idea, Andrew. Last I heard, he was helping Laylah with something.”
I cross my arms across my chest. I realize I’m pouting like a child, but I can’t help it. “She won’t tell me where she is.”
“I’m quite sure there’s a reason for that,” Mom says with a small smile. “Your father said it was something that a dad w
