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“A loose tile. We are going to need someone to look at the roof and make sure there are no problems with it,” I say.
“I’m not so sure about that.” Alex crosses his arms.
“You’re paranoid.” I wave him off.
“Are you sure, Jara? Alex usually has pretty good instincts,” Angela says, staring down at the shattered tile.
“I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.” I shrug off their concern. “You know I’m clumsy, Angela.”
“This is more than simply clumsy, Jara.” Angela plants her feet and scowls at the tile.
“She’s bad luck,” someone shouts, and my shoulders stiffen.
Rochelle stands with several of the female pack members that didn’t leave the pack in exchange for my family.
I obviously couldn’t be lucky enough that the bitch would leave.
If she doesn’t quit her snide comments, we are going to end up in a challenge, and I have no problem tearing her apart the way I did Crystal.
The women giggle together, and I growl.
Why didn’t Rochelle volunteer to leave? All the single pack members that had eyes on Archer volunteered. They left and went to Grayson’s pack.
All except Rochelle. Just my shitty luck.
“Rochelle, shut your dumbass mouth,” Alex yells back.
She scowls at him but thankfully turns away.
I thought she was done with that bullshit. She hasn’t said anything about me being bad luck in months.
Could she have done something to the tile?
I tilt my head to the side and stare up at the roof. Rochelle is a lot of things, but I don’t think she could pull off something like this.
“She’s an idiot,” Angela huffs.
“Yeah, I’m done with my walk for the day.” I stroll back to the pack house.
When we get inside, I take off my boots and wool coat. The fire roaring in the fireplace warms me instantly.
“I have to go to a meeting with the enforcers,” Angela says. “Are you okay for a bit?”
I sigh. She keeps too close of an eye on me these days. It’s almost as if Archer has asked her to so he doesn’t have to deal with me.
I wouldn’t put it past him to do something like that behind my back, but I don’t think that’s what this is about.
She still feels guilty that Grayson and his pack beat me and locked me in a cell. But it’s not her fault that I lied and snuck away from the pack. If Archer had simply tried to get Grayson to let me visit my family, I wouldn’t have taken matters into my own hands.
It’s not her fault, but Angela blames herself, and Archer blames her too.
“You don’t have to babysit me, Angela. I’m fine.” I trudge into the kitchen.
Should I make Archer his favorite cake? Maybe that will warm him up to me again.
I blush. I made cupcakes not long after I came to the pack, but every time I make a cake, it turns into a huge mess.
Maybe a cake will be more trouble than it’s worth.
