The Pack's Emissary
Rhett asked raising his hand.
“I’d vote yes,” Talen said. “If your father wasn’t crossing the field towards us.”
“Shit.” Rhett grimaced.
“He’s on a mission,” Heath observed watching as the older, less vibrant version of his dark-haired mate strode towards them. “Phillip,” he greeted the lawyer’s arrival.
“We need to talk,” Phillip said grimly. “This is… unforeseen. It was not in the cards. We have no plans for this event.”
Aislen’s eyes narrowed suspiciously no doubt thinking, as Heath was, of the little books of Phillip’s predictions and the repetitive questions. “Unforeseen or you didn’t think to ask the cards?” She replied. “You were rather focused with your questions.”