Chapter 26

Cassian Vargo stood in his office. If it was possible you could have seen smoke radiating off his body. His patience was hanging by a thin fucking thread. His fingers drummed against the sleek surface of his desk, his jaw locked tight as his mind reeled.

This was supposed to be his fucking honeymoon.

He was supposed to be in his bed, tangled in satin sheets, buried inside his breathtaking wife not