Kevin's POV
I paced back and forth across my private study, the heavy gold ring on my finger catching the dim light of the room. My chest felt tight with a mixture of raw excitement and intense irritation.
I grabbed my phone off the mahogany desk and dialed
Enoch's private number for the fifth time in the last ten minutes. Have been waiting for a real update from him, but there's none. The line just kept ringing and ringing, the empty sound echoing in my ear before cutting to voicemail.
"Pick up the damn phone, you useless tracker," I growled out loud to the empty room, slamming the device down onto the desk.
He doesn't pick up. I couldn't stand the waiting anymore. Every second that Kael remained alive inside that human laboratory was a second where my future crown was at risk. I needed to know that the plan was moving forward.
