JAXOM'S POV
“So, let me get this straight,” I began, rubbing a hand over my jaw as I struggled to cage the wolf prowling beneath my skin. “You want our three kingdoms to back an organized crime syndicate so we can stockpile and traffic supernatural weapons across state lines…”
I would have found humor in such a proposal, had it not been keeping me from my mate. But as things stood, I’d been in Roman’s private study for the better part of an hour and I was growing increasingly restless. Something more than agitation was shortening the fuse of my already quick temper. Something biological. I could sense Trinity through our bond and felt a primal urge to be near her, more so than I’d ever felt before. It was putting my stomach in knots, like some unforeseen danger was looming on the horizo
