Chapter 97
Paris's POV
"Jackson, where on earth are you?" I barked into my phone as I waited for him on the porch, he and I were supposed to visit the prisoner's grounds to find out what on earth had happened to the man we had captured. There had been guards, the man had been in a compromised state. How the hell had he gotten away?
"I'll be there soon, sire. Just got carried away with work."
"got carried away. Got carried away, please be here as soon as possible, we need to get to the bottom of this." I said, and ended the call, without waiting for his reply.
My hangover had relatively reduced, but I was getting worked up, and the mental stress was simply not good for the rest of the headache that I had.
"If you weren't a werewolf, I would be worried if perhaps you had managed to make yourself hypertensive," Jackson said as a way of greeting when he arrived. I was seated on the porch and rose when he started up the stairs,
"Tell me you don't plan on going in."