Thomas POV
I hung up with Natalie Brooks and just sat there for a long minute, staring at the dark windows of my office like the night outside might give me answers.
My nephew. Gary. Twenty-something and somehow pissing off both Scarlett and Jaxen Hale at the same time.
That took talent.
Or a death wish.
Natalie had laid it out clean; Scarlett wanted nothing to do with him, and Jaxen’s wolf was already showing teeth over the whole mess.
Which told me Gary wasn’t just being a little s**t.
He was being a dangerous little s**t.
Priority was simple: keep him the hell away from Scarlett.
But the second thing wouldn’t leave me alone. Scarlett didn’t like the kid. Not even a little.
The odds of those two ending up in any kind of relationship were lower than a desert creek in Augus
