Chapter Thirty-Six

Theo POV

I glance at the time on my lock screen and see it's almost midnight. Where the fuck are they? They were supposed to be here an hour ago...If I had known those jackasses were going to bail, I would have gone to sleep already. Deciding to finally give up, I start shutting down the house when I hear a demanding knock at the door. That must be them, annoyed I fling it open, glaring at my three unwelcome colleagues in this unfortunate adventure. Of course, Damon has a shit-eating smirk on his face, proud of himself that he made me wait for him. Cocky alpha douche.

"Couldn't have called? Mindlinked? Sent a text?" I grumble as they file into my house slowly, like I have all day to wait on them to get their shit together. Thank the Goddess, my father is never home, or this would be nearly impossible to accomplish.

"Sorry, we should have; we just got caught up in things," Andrew says before Damon or Matt says something stupid, which they are prone to do. "Your dad home?" He asks,