Micah’s POV
Thank the Goddess this shift is almost over. The she-wolves have been prattling on now for a few hours about nothing I found interesting and the brunette keeps giving me the stink-eye. Rodney had come down to keep me company, but he never said a word.
Suddenly the trapdoor opened up and a head peeked down. It was another guard, “Hey Rod!” he called out. “Alpha wants to know if you can stay on another couple of hours by yourself. He said he arranged a flight for Bane and your replacement ain’t arrived yet.”
“Yeah, sure,” Rod replies. “Lemme go take a smoke break, then you can go,” he says to me.
“Sounds good.”
“Do you think I need another one of those potions?” He asks me.
The potions! This is my opportunity. I try to stay even-keeled as I talk, “Nah, those things are goo
