Sandy's POV
Dalia had taken care of everything by the time I made it back to my house. The relief of having someone competent handle the chaos meant I could collapse into bed and sleep for hours until my phone's shrill ring dragged me from unconsciousness.
I answered without checking who was calling. "Hello."
"Several Pack issues require immediate attention. Since you're clearly awake now, why aren't you at the Pack office handling your responsibilities?"
Dominic's entitled tone grated against my nerves like nails on a chalkboard.
I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. "I'm done managing anything from this point forward. Everything belongs to your precious mistress now. The Pack business, the members, all of it. Tell her to deal with it herself and stop bothering me."
"Sandy, you can't just—" His voice started rising toward a shout, but I ended the call before he could finish his tantrum.
