(Third person pov)
It had taken a lot of planning. And blackmail. Some sweet talking. A bit of borderline bribery. And threats that may or may not have involved ignoring their mates.
But the girls had done it.
They'd finally managed to pry the three of the four most overworked wolves in the fortress away from their endless duties, dragging them by the necks—some metaphorically, others not so much—onto Lucian's private jet.
"No one's going to die if you take twenty-four hours off," Eliya had argued as she blocked the hallway to Kael's office like she was daring him to try her. "And if they do, maybe you should get wolves with thicker spines."
Corin, who'd initially muttered something about "being deligent to his work" was packing by that night.
