"You're right," she calmed down. "Kael, I'm really happy for you."
"Thanks. Me too."
We made some small talk, and she told me to hurry back to the Pack. I promised I'd wrap things up here and bring Elara home immediately. Finally, she let me go.
After I hung up, I pushed open the glass door and walked back inside.
But the second I stepped in, the vibe was wrong.
The clerk was standing behind the counter, looking pale. I scanned the room—no Elara.
"Where is she?" I asked. The ice in my voice made the clerk shiver.
"That lady... Manager Andrew took her to the VIP room to see the private collection," the clerk whispered.
VIP room. Private collection.
A bad feeling punched me in the gut, and my blood turned cold. Andrew. That fat bastard with the fake smile and the eyes that made your
