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26: Little Miss Whiskey

ALEXANDER

No classy man would want to meet up at a bar, but not Damon. And irrespective of how much disgust I abhorred for his family, this business was important. I couldn't back out of it even if I tried.

“We're here,” Leo announced and a sigh ripped out from my lips. I pecked through the window and my eyes fell on the twinkling lights of the place.

I hadn't been in a bar in years and suddenly, I had to because of business, and it was unavoidable. The fact that Freya was his sister couldn't stop me from seeing him. This meeting was for the good of RavenThorn and my pack, so how could I miss it?

I loosened my tie completely, another retired sigh slipping from my lips. “Wait here. I'll be back.” I opened the door and stepped out.

This was torture, but according to the enigmatic individual I was meeting today, he'd rather die than step foot into the packhouse. I wasn't at the packhouse anymore so there wasn't much to say about that. And it was better to meet Damon at night, that
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