**Soren‘s POV

Thomas was waiting for me at the end of Rosalie‘s driveway, my briefcase in his hand.

I didn‘t say anything, but I knew the look on his face. He was afraid I was going to be late for my meeting back in Avondale, and maybe he was right.

Well, Edgar Maul could wait. We

had a deal to work out, but until he could come around to my terms, it wasn‘t like he was my best pal. I wasn‘t eager to see him anyway.

“You look relaxed,” Thomas noted, falling into step beside me as we walked briskly to the waiting limo.

I shook my head. “Piano,” was...