Fury striking through him like a lightning bolt, Caleb stands so abruptly, that his chair pushes back and falls flat against the stone tiles of his office.
“How the hell was she able to make a call?” he demands.
Tristan looks straight at him. “I let her use my phone.”
Enraged, Caleb rounds the desk. Never in his recent life did he think he would have to lay hands on his Beta. Tristan has always been dutiful, diligent, and above all, loyal. For him to have changed so suddenly…
Has he been enchanted by this troublesome slave?
That singular thought keeps him from punching his Beta.
That woman used similar powers on him… easing his headaches as she has been able to. Caleb doesn’t believe in massages and relaxation techniques. They’ve never worked before.
Magic, however. That would make
