Sixty Six.

Rex

Oliver and Zara eventually return for James. Oliver appeared calmer, though his eyes searched the room.

“She isn’t here.” I mutter, knowing full well he was looking for Elsa.

“I wanted to apologise. I was out of order.” Oliver mumbles.

“You held a knife to her throat. She’s pretty upset.”

“And he thoroughly regrets it!” Zara tells me while glaring at Oliver with her hands on her hips

“I do. I was out of line. Rosa gave me something to calm me and now I see how I reacted. That it was my own grief for my child.”

“Oliver, you are my Beta, my best friend. But if you ever pull that shit again, there will be no second chance. I won’t wait for Rosa. I will snap your neck myself.”

“Understood. It won’t happen again.”

“Good.”

“Will you tell her I’m sorry?”

“Oh no!” Zara mutters. “You will be telling her yourself!”

“You will have to wait until morning anyway. She has gone to bed. Zara, why don’t you take James home, I need to have a word with Oliver.”

She nods her head, kissing Oliver on th