“Good,” he praises, and I'm not sure what it is I'm getting praised for doing. “I'll see you tomorrow at ten, my Pack or yours?” he asks, both hands now sinking into his pocket.

“Neither,” I growl, my hands caressing my wrists. “I'm not stepping foot in that dump and I don't want you anywhere near Silverline.”

“Like it or not, you have to talk to me. Or would you rather I just show up and introduce myself to our daughter?”

“Fine,” I rasp, nearly stomping my foot on the ground.

Adrian laughs, “You are so hot when you're mad, I could kiss you.”

I roll my eyes, “Goddamn fucking...