EISEN’S POV
“What do you mean you can’t sign it? You gave me your word that I’d have that document signed, sealed, and delivered within twenty-four hours. It’s been two goddamn days!” Donovan seethed, kicking out from the table and rising to his feet to pace.
Arveda set down a bowl of mutton stew in front of me, her eyes darting to her brother warily. I’d figured that there would be trouble as soon as Jaxom’s name had shown up on my caller ID. When it came to pack business, we tended to work and communicate via mind link. Short, clipped messages that got right to the point. A phone call meant there was a problem, and if there was a problem, it was usually one of my brother’s own making.
“Thank you,” I gave Arveda a tight smile. She patted my shoulder reassuringly before returning to
