CHAPTER 7-NOT EVERYTHING ACCOUNTED FOR-DOMINIC

“What would being angry get me? Alpha, I’m tired. I haven’t slept yet. Nor have I eaten. My feet are killing me and I’m dragging. Sorry if I cannot summon the energy to curse you and those in higher power. You can assure yourself, in my head I am.” Dominic watched Raven’s back as she set down the tray and glanced out the window. The window framed the sunrise to perfection, and it framed her dark hair and slim curves. He had to swallow to ensure he didn’t drool.

“What are you talking about? Why would your feet hurt? Why would you drag yourself?” Dom didn’t remember what she did for a living. He knew she refused to work for him.

“When you called, I’d left work after working a twelve-hour shift at a bar waitressing. I’ve been ferrying drinks from the bar to half-drunk shifters before hauling empty glasses to the kitchen. Between patrons yelling orders at me or trying to get handsy with my butt, I tried to contact Liam because I suspected something wasn