~Rowan’s Point of View~
Shadows… ugh. I f*****g hate Shadows. At least they’re predictable.
“Oi! Are you even listening,” Declan barks, as he points to something on his computer screen.
“You’re barking so damn loud how could I not,” I retort, crossing my arms in annoyance. I rarely work a job with anyone else. I’m nothing if not methodical, and I can’t go through my rituals and processes with a crowd. I damn sure won’t have someone looking over my shoulder.
But also, I have no clue what he said. And I simply don’t care. I’ll let them think they’re helping me.
“Calm down brother, don’t let the wedding get yer knickers in a twist,” Conor teases.
Declan gives a low growl, and I take a step back from his desk. I’ve only been back a few days, and they act like no time has passed. Like
