WARD’S POV
After hanging up from Malika, I went back to Ramon and the pile of notes we had been taking. “Is Mali OK?” Ramon asked as he reached out to take my hand, kissing the back of it.
“Yes, she is fine, apparently she just forgot and left the phone in her room. That woman is too set in her ways” I huffed.
“Well, she is centuries old babe,” Ramon responded.
“Yeah I know, I just worry about her. At least having her mate to focus on has brought her out of her funk,” I said.
We had all noticed that Malika had been slowly spiralling into a deep depression. I mean I totally understood why, but it was hard for those of us who were closest to her to watch.
Ramon pulled me onto his lap and kissed my cheek. “She’s fine babe, you worry too much. Let’s focus on finding out what happened
