Evander's POV
I arched a brow, glancing briefly at the road ahead. I was already busy; I needed some time alone, and later, I needed to pick Claire up. I couldn't leave her alone after all this.
"I am busy. Whatever it is, can't it wait? Or do you need more funding already?" My words were laced with sarcasm, but I didn't care. Damian rarely called for anything that wasn't self-serving.
There was a pause on the other end, followed by a sigh. "It's not about money," he said, his tone softening slightly. "It's about your wife."
My fingers froze over the gear shift. His words sent a ripple of unease through me. My wife?
"What about her?" I demanded, my voice sharper now, my earlier irritation replaced with apprehension. "What happened to her?"
"Not over the phone," Damian replied curtly. "Meet me at my office in an hour. It's important."
