Chapter 68

Damon muted himself, stood, and locked eyes with Snowball. She stared back, blue eyes wide and innocent, tail swishing.

Ragnar snorted. "She's worse than Leo."

"I'm aware," Damon said back.

When the call finally ended, Damon crouched to pick up the mess. The pen. The spoon. The soaked contracts. And...

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