Chapter 17

Uncertainty

Harry's POV

Why can't I figure out where this mixed feeling is seething from? A feeling of uncertainty—ridiculous. All my time in this group has led them through countless dealings, each proving productive with our prey either subjected or taken off the surface of the earth. Why, then, is there an exception in my heart about this particular mission?

I paced back and forth in my office, deep in contemplation, wringing my hands and reaching for pointless admiration. My heart wandered like a wounded lion. My lips wobbled, and my gaze was fixed on the desk.

I spotted a file unattended, flipping it open and scanning through its contents. My brows furrowed with every passing minute. “Why is this still on the desk when I distinctly recall telling Mag to take up the deal.” I thought. I couldn't hold back, my face contorted in fury.

I reached for the telecom and dialed in a jiffy. "Come see me now."

"Sir," her voice surged a few seconds later.

I raised my brows and scow