CALLUM
I sat, shoulders tense, watching the security footage of the western gate where guests were checking out. My warriors were meticulously verifying each departure, ensuring no unwanted vermin remained.
Once I was satisfied everything had been handled properly, I picked up my phone, ready to resume my previous task—trying and failing to send Dove a text.
I’d been at it for over half an hour before Archer’s email had distracted me with work. But now, here I was again, staring at the half-written message.
Groaning softly, I looked down at the keyboard taking up half my screen, wondering when messaging my Dove had become so difficult.
Right… since she became my fated mate.
A sudden sharp pain in my chest made me furrow my brows. I hadn’t woken up feeling my best today, but I assumed
