His father’s office, a mahogany colored, rugged vibe that smelled of expensive cigars and scotch. Knowing the chairs in front of his desk, having curled up in them as the old man worked more times than once. And having been plopped there by his mama to be disciplined when her irate little boy needed a man’s firmer touch.
Now here he was as a grown man needing the same discipline over again?
“You shouldn’t have blown up at Evan and Dorian like you did.” The greeting from Kronos made Elijah start to protest. Say how it wasn’t fair everyone else could get their point across when it came to their mate, but he couldn’t. But Kronos didn’t mean it like that of course, he knew better.
“You and your mate’s situation is a sticky one. A human unaware to the power around her, is indeed a dangero
