Page 73 of Hers to Call
He chuckled. “Fine. I’ll let you know what happens later.”
“Fine,” she said and turned her attention to the passing scenery.
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Although Simon been in a meeting with the clan’s lawyers for hours, Calita was the only thing on his mind. She hadn’t said anything to him, but he knew she’d barely slept last night. She’d tossed and turned in their bed, snuggling every once in a while, clutching him tight. He’d worried that she would have nightmares after what happened yesterday, but he hadn’t thought about her not sleeping. He sent her a text message to check in with her.
“Simon.”
He looked up to three pair of eyes on him. “Sorry, yeah?”
“I was saying, Charles is already healed, and it will be his word against yours if he decides to push back on the kidnapping.”
“I don’t want the committee in this county, never mind the town. Make sure whatever we do sticks.” He stood, done with the conversation.
“Yes, Alpha.” All three lawyers scrambled behind him.
“Call ahead to Nate, we can give Charles his options.”
They rode behind him as he headed for the center of town and the sheriff’s office. Nate met him at the door.
“I have him and Miranda next to each other.” His cousin inclined his chin to the lawyers coming up the stairs behind him. “They work it out?”
“So they say,” Simon murmured.
Nate walked the four of them back to the cells and left them at the door of the jail. Simon walked straight to Charles’ cell, giving Miranda a cursory glance in the cell next to him. He ignored her tear streaked face and focused on her mate.
“You can’t do this to us,” Miranda hissed.
“You came onto my land and tried to take my mate. You’ve been spreading rumors— rumors that could cause trouble for my clan—be glad I haven’t done worse than this,” he growled at his ex-wife.
“We used to fight side by side. I can’t believe you would turn your back on all of that.” Miranda gripped the bars.
Anger welled in his chest. “I turned my back? That’s rich coming from you.”
One of his lawyers cleared their throat.
He turned his gaze back Charles. The arrogant jackass was sitting with his head leaned against the wall. Why had they risked coming to his town? It was on the tip of his tongue to ask, but then, from the information the lawyers had dug up, Charles and Miranda were running out of places to land. At least places with clans. The pair had long been kicked out of the Rossel family clan.
The male smirked. “You don’t know the trouble you’re inviting.”
Simon grunted and crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh, do you think Eldred Rossel is coming to your rescue?”
His bear wanted to tear the bars off the jail and beat Charles with them, but he was forced to deal with the situation in the way the government laid out. He grit his teeth as he stared at the male who had tried to hurt Calita.
One of the lawyers stepped forward and passed a sheet of paper through the bars. “Mr. Rossel, I have a statement from your uncle here.”
Charles stared at it for long moments before he snatched it from the lawyer’s hand. His face went hard, anger darkening his eyes. He crushed the paper. “You can’t keep us here.”
“I don’t want you here,” Simon nodded to the lawyers; they passed Charles another sheath of papers. “I’ll give you an hour to look over this banishment paperwork. I was even nice enough to bring in a lawyer from the next town so there’s no conflict of interest. He’ll go over it with you and your mate, and when that hour is up, you will leave Clarke County and never come back.”
Miranda moved closer to the bars in her cell. “Charles, what is he saying? We can’t get kicked out of another town.”
“Stop it, Miranda,” Charles barked.
“This was the last clan—”
“Enough,” Charles hissed.
