When I remained silent, Jonas went to the door of the conference room and stuck his head out. "You can bring them in," he announced to the guard on the other side of the door.
This man was really well prepared for this meeting, I only had to wonder if it would end up going the way he wanted it to.
Retreating back to his seat, he pulled out the chair and sat down like a king on his throne.
As I continued to lick on my sucker, I absently patted Tank, reassuring him that nothing was going to happen that we didn't want it to. And how could it? It wasn't like Tank was an actual dog, capable of going from owner to owner and obeying commands.
He was one of my chosen men, one of my hellhounds, one of my soulmates.
