Rhett thought of what to do. The moon knew he couldn't step out of his office. To hell, he'd snap the head of whoever came in his way should he try to take those cuffs off her.
Isleen, his mate, in handcuffs? It was unthinkable. He slammed his fist on the desk, the sound echoing through the empty office.
It was better he remained here. But first, he needed to know what got her here. He punched in the intercom and rang Alistair.
"Alistair, come to my office, please."
Moments later, a knock sounded on the door.
"Come in," Rhett barked, his voice betraying his agitation.
The door creaked open a, revealing Alistair's surprised face. "Sir!" He saluted. "I'm here."
"Isleen," Rhett growled, gesturing towards the lobby. "Why is she under arrest?"
