9Aedan grinned at the sound of Nina’s voice echoing through the hallway from the guest bathroom where she was ensconced in the deep tub, a glass of wine ready at hand. “We have got to convince her,” he told Soren.
“No question about that; in fact, it’s gotten more urgent.” Aedan raised an eyebrow and Soren picked up his phone, swiping a few times with his fingertips before extending it to him. Aedan read the messages from Anna and nodded.
“Okay, so we keep her fed and sexed up and happy, convince her to stay with us, and tell the Pride all our problems are settled. Alex doesn’t strike me as the type to throw a coup without backing, even if he does want Jordan back in.” Aedan handed Soren’s phone back to him with a shrug.
“Some of the Pride fully expected Jordan to win that challenge,” S
