Chapter 87
“You'd better have a good reason for calling me at three in the morning, Arden,” Malakor’s voice echoed when he answered the phone, sounding more gravelly than usual.
“It’s not like you’re sleeping,” Arden replied, knowing full well that Malakor was a creature of the night, usually found nursing a drink or flying around the country out of boredom.
“That’s beside the point,” Malakor retorted. She could practically hear him shifting in his chair, likely settling in for whatever crisis she was about to drop in his lap. “Just because I’m awake doesn't mean I’m open for business.”
“You’re my guardian. You’re always going to be open for business for me,” she confidently replied.
On the other end of the line, Malakor grumbled in annoyance—a deep, low vibration that sounded like a
