Alphas of Blackmoon
I reviewed the emails waiting for my e-signature and completed the necessary authorizations.
Leia approached, holding out a cup of coffee. "I don't need coffee," I muttered.
"I suggest you drink it. You look like a sleepless raccoon," Leia said, trying to joke. I smiled at her efforts to lift my spirits. Had she noticed my brooding?
"Susan is here," Leia informed me, and the witch entered within a few minutes.
"You called for me, Alpha. I remember you vowing never to seek the help of a rogue witch. What changed?" Susan asked, her voice laced with mockery.