"So do I," Lucien murmurs.
I do not correct them.
Because they are right.
I deactivate the holographic display.
The room falls silent.
"We have one week to prepare," I say. "This operation will be executed with absolute precision. There is no room for error. Sentinel Dynamics has made the mistake of targeting my mate. They will learn that there are consequences for such actions."
I look around the room.
At my team.
My pack.
My family.
"Dismissed."
They stand.
One by one, they file out of the boardroom.
Kael pauses at the door, glancing back at Tamsin.
"Welcome to the team, Ms. Beck," he says.
She snorts.
"Thanks. I think."
He smiles.
And then he is gone.
The door closes.
And we are alone.
Tamsin turns to look at me.
"So," she says. "A gala."
"Yes."
"With you."
"Yes."
"In a dress you are going to provide."
"Yes."
She crosses her arms.
"You are enjoying this way too much."
