L E I L A N I
The next morning, Fenrir was already up and dressed when I woke up. He was talking on the phone, his back to me. I could hear the tension in his voice.
"I don't care what you have to do. Find him," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I want answers. And I want them now."
He hung up and saw me watching him.
"Morning," he said, his expression softening. "Did you sleep well?"
"Like the dead," I said, sitting up. "What was that about?"
"Nothing for you to worry about," he said, coming over to the bed. "Just pack business."
I knew he was lying. I could see it in his eyes. But I also knew that there was no point in pushing him. He would tell me when he was ready.
"Fine," I said, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. "I'm getting discharged today."
"I know," he said
