*Lucas*
I made sure Sasha was all tucked in, then went back to my office, a slight smile on my face. We’d see who could hold out the longest. I had a sneaking suspicion Sasha was going to relent sooner rather than later.
A few papers were out of place on my desk, so I organized them, dragging my feet on what I had to do next. It wasn’t as though I had any problem with Oliver, my brother, but I did worry about bringing someone–anyone–new into our little circle of orb hell.
Finally, after an hour had passed of me fiddling with things that didn’t need fiddling with, I picked up the phone receiver and dialed Oliver’s number.
“What’s wrong?” Oliver answered without preamble. It didn’t surprise me a bit that my brother was in his office at this hour. He was a very dedicated Alpha of Pack Drogomor.
“Does your poor mate ever see you?” I joked, trying to lighten the mood.
“Yes. What’s wrong?” Oliver repeated.
I sighed. There was nothing to do but tell him everything.