“Mom,” Kael continued, his voice strained but steady, “you’ve got to let her go. She has no idea what’s happened since Jacob knocked her out yesterday.”
Alia Connon was sitting with an air of utmost indifference, her magazine shielding her face like an impenetrable wall. She didn’t look up to see Keal, instead, she snapped her magazine sharply, the sound echoing in the room. “I’m not releasing her,” she replied curtly. “She’ll stay where she is until I change my mind.”
Kael’s fingers drummed against the table, his patience thinning. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and toast filled the air, mocking the intensity brewing in Kael’s mind. His wolf was growling inside him.
The door creaked open, and Davon strolled in, whistling a song lowly as if he didn’t have a care in the world. He wa
