KERMIT' POV
The evening dragged on without offering any relief from my foul mood. Company reports scattered across my desk provided little distraction when Ryder entered my office.
"Got something for me?" I questioned when he lingered in silence near the doorway.
He shook his head, clasping his hands behind his back. "I was wondering if we could talk for a moment."
I studied him carefully. "You're already talking. What's on your mind?"
His hesitation was obvious. Something told me this conversation would involve a particular individual I despised.
"It concerns Lucien Frederick," he admitted finally.
Of course it did. My suspicions proved correct.
"What about that bastard?"
"I realize this is asking too much, but it would mean everything to me if you'd allow him to return to the pack house."
Perfect. As if my day couldn't deteriorate further.
"Did that piece of shit put you up to this nonsense again?" The pen in my grip threatened to snap.
