WESLEY POV
I was wrong. I was so, so wrong. Never in my life had I been so wrong about something.
I thought for sure we would wrap everything up and wash our hands of this whole situation with Amber Forest by Sunday. But Sunday came and went. And then Monday. And then Haven’s birthday. And then Wednesday.
Almost a week. Almost a whole f*****g week had gone by, and we were no closer to having all the evidence we needed than we had been before I pretended to agree to this stupid union.
Tim was drawing it out, demanding proof of our sincerity, asking us for things he had no right to ask of us before he’d give us the access we needed. But we had to play along, had to agree and keep up our facade.
And that’s how I ended up agreeing to a small, private mating ceremony with Nicole that was
