The phone rings.
And rings.
All I get is voicemail, three different times.
Knowing that Lucas is busy with the Council, I just send a quick text for him to call me back when he can.
A knock on my door interrupts us, and Jericho pokes his head in with his typical scowling face. "All good in here?"
"Good," I confirm, as Selene rubs her nose against the ground.
The older shifter watches her as he closes the door behind him. "What's wrong with that?"
The way he emphasizes the 'that' has Selene freezing mid-movement, her lip curling above her teeth in a silent snarl.
Did he just call me—?!
"She is fine. Just sniffed the book and got a little too much magic in her nose."
