Twenty-one:
Catesby
I returned to my rooms at the tavern after kissing Crimson. There was a figure in a silver cloak waiting for me. I sighed. “Overseer,” I didn’t bother to hide the irritation in my voice. I had made a fool of myself, and all I wanted was to sleep away the evening and the hangover I was sure would follow from it.
Overseer Sorina turned; her blue eyes narrowed. “Did you deliver it?”
The letter that she’d given me was still in my pocket. “I didn’t get the chance.”
She frowned. “Why not? You want to be Alpha, King, whatever your kind calls it. It’s a simple enough task, isn’t it?”
“I got propositioned with another offer. One I found more interesting, that will still be beneficial.” I took off my cloak an
