Soon.
Soon, firefly. I’d be holding your hand soon.
“I don’t know,” my beta admitted, a slight tremble slipping into his voice.
“Jamal.”
“She was making plans,” he whispered.
My entire body went very still.
Why the f**k was he whispering on the phone?
“What kind of plans?”
Another throat clear.
For f**k’s sake.
“She has a date tonight.”
Silence.
The world narrowed down to those five words.
A date.
A f*****g date.
“With who?”
You’re f*****g kidding me.
“We don’t know.”
“You don’t know.”
“No.”
“Four warriors following her and not one of them thought the man’s name mattered?”
“She was on the phone, Alpha.”
“Find out.”
“She hung up before—”
I ended the call.
Better for both of us.
Because if I listened to one more reasonable explanation right now, I was going to throw
