Drakon’s grip on my waist loosened just enough for us to head back up the quiet corridor toward his office. The low, lingering tension from his brief spike of protectiveness had settled into a comfortable, electric hum between us.
As we stepped through the doorway of his office, the sharp, relentless ring of the desk landline shattered the silence.
Drakon raised an eyebrow, stepping past the dark leather armchairs toward the heavy oak desk. The glowing digital display on the console was flashing red.
"Wow," Drakon rumbled, leaning down to check the caller ID. "Seven missed calls... and they're still dialing."
I closed the office door behind us, turning around as he reached out and hit the speaker button.
"Hello?" Drakon answered, his tone flat, even, and utterly unbothered.
"Hello? H
