It was a Monday morning, in a few hours, they should have been going to the company, but instead, Davian had to wake his mate up, the very first of its kind.
He had no plans to take Lake along, his mate was perfectly safe in their mansion, but he had to give Lake a quick rundown of what was going on before he left.
Lake wrapped himself up in a blanket and followed him out of his bedroom door - they were back home, which meant connecting rooms. Connecting rooms that barely mattered because they slept in Lake's room anyway.
"Call me as soon as something happens, anything." He insisted, his tone one of concern.
Davian was in a hurry, but he stopped to give his mate a gentle,e reassuring kiss. "I will, first thing." He promised, striding off.