All Hallows Eve, Vol. 3

Chapter 8

Eight

Roark

“Is the dress ready?” I ask the pledge. We sent him to find the perfect dress.

He folds his hands behind his back. “Yes, it is. It will be here tomorrow.”

Perfect, just in time.

“Good. Just get her there. Roan and the others will take care of the rest.”

I dismiss him with a wave as my phone rings. I nearly groan when I see the name on the screen. It’s too soon, which means he can’t deliver and if that’s the case, that is bad for him. I didn’t want to have to spill blood this week. Everen does, and he might get his chance.

I answer. “If this is to tell me it can’t be done in the time I’ve given you, hang up.”

The man sighs, “I’m sorry, sir. We can, but it will be a few days late.”

Not good enough, but better than last time. “Try to do better or you’ll be missing another finger.”

I hang up and throw my phone on the desk. This weekend is going to be my vacation because I really need one.