Dominic stared at the little sheath of printed papers that had been dropped on his desk for the longest time without moving or touching them.

He did, however, spend a moment internally chastising himself.

When his top lieutenant – his Beta – Marcus Temple, opened his mouth to speak, Dominic held up a hand to pause him. The tall, angular man pursed his lips, put his hands in his suit pockets and remained silent. Temple was the nuts-and-bolts to Dominic’s ...