Chapter 85
Simone
"Simone, I need to have a conversation with my father-in-law."
I freeze mid-step, staring at Cameron like he's lost his damn mind. The words hang in the air between us, sharp and ridiculous.
I blink. "I'm sorry, isn't your father-in-law, you know… dead?"
"Thank you for the astute observation," Cameron says dryly, rubbing a hand across his jaw. He doesn't even flinch, doesn't even look embarrassed.
"But my mate tells me there's a spell, or ritual, or something, that can do that."
Mate. He used the word without hesitation. I catch it, the subtle slip. He doesn't notice it, but Cameron Anderson—Mr. Billion-Dollar Empire, Mr. Boardroom-Confidence, Mr. Logic and Reason—is becoming more wolf every day.
I set down the stack of files I've been organizing, narrowing my eyes.
"Oh. Right. Call your dead father-in-law for a chat. Totally normal day at the office."
