I slap my forehead. "Son of a bitch!"
The attack on Ivy's people. The possibility of corruption in our pack. Both conversations I needed to have with Lucas slip through my fingers like water. My teeth catch my inner cheek as I consider his current load—the president's assassination, the supernatural reveal, our tenuous position in this world.
I guess I can wait a little.
"Something wrong?" Grimoire floats upside down in front of me, his red hair touching the ground.
"Just remembered I need to talk to Lucas about Ivy and the corruption." I release my cheek with a sigh. "But with everything happening right now..."
"Ah. Perhaps waiting until tonight or tomorrow would be wiser. The situation with the government takes precedence."
"My thoughts exactly." I rub my temples. "Speaking of Ivy though—how long would we need to spend around her to get familiar with whatever's happening there? To really understand what we're dealing with?"
