Page 78 of King of Inferno

Dinner was so nice. It dawned on me that I was in a real relationship. Bradan doesn’t have to do any of the human things he does for me, but he makes the effort because it makes me happy. How can I not love him?

However, we shouldn’t have come here. The moment we got to the front door was my cue. I knew we should’ve skipped this stop, especially after Tangy said to stop by so late.

I had wanted to come sooner and be done with it. Now I’m ready to lose my shit on everyone in this funky-ass apartment. I’m so mad I can hear my anger sizzling.

“Sorry, I just got in. Give me a sec and I’ll get your package,” Tangy says as she comes out to greet me.

I’ve been waiting ten minutes for her. Leona was the one to open the door for me. She’s the one with the music blasting through the apartment.

I’m so glad to be done with this place. I live in a biker clubhouse filled with supernatural beings and it’s never this noisy and chaotic. There are clothes all over the living room and the sink is filled with dishes.

The place has gone to shit. Not that it was so great before I left. It was at least somewhat clean when I was living here.

“Where the hell is Angel? She better clean this shit up,” Tangy says in disgust as she waves us to follow her.

I should’ve known. Angel is like a tornado. Being the youngest roommate, her life is as messy as she is. Although, I don’t think that’s ever going to change, no matter how old she gets.

Tangy gets to the little hall closet and opens the door. A frown comes to her face as she looks inside. “Well, where the heck did it go?” she murmurs to herself.

“What?” I say as I begin to get more pissed.

“It’s not where I left it.”

As I stand here fuming, Bradan places a hand on my shoulder and gives it a gentle squeeze. If not for him, I know I would have lost it by now. Waiting for a whole ten minutes like I don’t have a life, standing in the middle of that messy living room not wanting to risk sitting on that couch—this is some bullshit.

There’s no telling what I would have done if not for his presence. I close my eyes and begin to count. I can’t afford to lose my temper. My powers are already pulsing within me and swirling at my hands.

“Reel it in, little one. We’ll be out of here soon,” Bradan warns in my head.

“You called me to say there was a package for me. Where the heck is it?” I snap at Tangy.

“I put it in this closet this morning. I know I did. Ugh, let me check Angel’s room. She’s been acting weird and goofy since you moved out. Her ass is about to be on notice. I’m so tired of her shit,” Tangy grumbles.

“I don’t know what anyone could have possibly sent here for me. Maybe I should just go,” I mutter.

“No. I’ll find it. That box is in this apartment.”

“Can I just leave our address for her to forward it?” I mind-link to Bradan, totally over this situation.

“No, that would be against club by-laws. The address of the club is never shared. That information should never fall into the wrong hands. Visits are by invite only and magic is used to gain access. A package leaves a trace.”

“Okay, fine. I get it. That makes a lot of sense.”

Tangy moves down the hall to Angel’s room. When she goes to turn the knob, rage covers her face. I fold my arms over my chest and cock my hip to the side.

“Since when does she have a lock on this door? The fucking audacity. Non-rent-paying ass.

“She walks up in everyone’s shit like she’s the one who owns the place, but she wants to lock doors now. I should kick this shit in. Now I know her ass took that box,” Tangy seethes.

I growl, like a deep growl. I’m not even sure where it comes from. Bradan is talking in my head, but I can’t even focus on his words. Before I know what I’ve done, the door to Angel’s room blows open and bounces against the wall.

Tangy looks between me and Bradan. A little smile turns up the corner of her lips. She shrugs and goes into the room.

“What in the entire fuck?” Tangy snarls from inside the room.

I step in behind her and my eyes grow wide. It’s worse in here. Clothes and old plates of food everywhere. It smells like stink ass and spoiled milk in here.

I swear a few pairs of pants on the floor look like they might stand and walk out. Stiff-looking panties are lying on the floor, but what has me ready to spit fire are my things which are all over the place. Things I had been wondering what happened to. Then there’s the open box on her nasty-ass bed.

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