Devon’s POV
The next day, frustrated with my mate’s actions, I slammed the door to my office shut. Both Edmund and Tommy jumped at the loud bang, waiting for me to start our daily meeting. Edmund looked over at me and shook his head.
“Who pissed in your Cheerios?” he asked, chuckling.
“Laken,” I growled, plopping myself in my chair. “She went behind my back and planned a shopping trip to New York with mother, her mother, sister, and Katie. She is being reckless with Jackson still on the loose.”
“I don’t blame her,” Tommy spoke up, turning back in his chair. “You have been keeping her like a prisoner here in the palace.”
“For her own safety!” I growled, banging my fist on my desk. “Why isn’t anyone taking this seriously?”
“We are, but you can’t keep her under lock and key,” Edmund sai
