They sat at the bar for well over an hour, reports constantly coming in. Caspian watched the Beta work, unabashed curiosity in his eyes. To his surprise, a good number of the reports were mundane and harmless, merely updates on the daily running of the club.
"I plan to drop by Lake's this afternoon," he mentioned to Jael, who had just pocketed his phone.
"I'll assign you temporary bodyguards," Jael agreed immediately.
"No need. Just hand me a gun," Caspian ordered lightly. He couldn't say if it was because he never thought he would get this far or because the two glasses of sugary liquor he had consumed had given him this newfound confidence.
Jael hesitated, not because he didn't want to give the Omega a gun, but because he didn't want him outside their turf without protection. "Don't ditch your bodyguards again," he scolded. "If you can convince Asher, they'll obey your orders."
