CHAPTER 20: Strange Feeling

  [Armon’s POV]

  "Thomilson, how are things in the north?" I asked, eyeing my beta.

  After what happened the night before with Moyra, I threw myself into work in hopes of being able to forget. However, the more I tried to not think of her, the more I did. It was frustrating and I wished that there was a way to just make it stop. I didn't want anything to do with the woman, and yet, she was all I could fucking think about.

  "It seems that we may need to send in more troops." Thomilson admitted, "Frenrick has managed to fool us into letting our guards down."

  "WHAT?" I roared, slamming my hands on the desk in front of me. "Repeat that!"

  "We’ve already managed to regain ground, but to be safe we need to send more men." Thomilson continued, remaining calm despite my outburst.