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“I’ll let Bill know,” I tell him.

“Sweet. I don't suppose you’re going anywhere near the council chambers?” Marcus asks.

“No, I was headed to the hotel. Why?”

“Everly got a rejection letter. I just dropped Casey off to Zoe, and she said Everly is on the warpath. I was about to head over there.”

“I’ll go; I’m turning around now,” I tell him before screeching into a U-turn and earning some blaring horns from other cars. I curse. This is not good.

ChapterEighty-Four

Everly

I take a bite out of my muffin, looking at Zoe, who looks like absolute crap. I chuckle and shake my head at her slumped form draped across the table. I came here to check on her and bring her some breakfast. Marcus had gone to collect Casey, so Macey could take Zoe’s shift today, and I now understand why she can’t work.

“Stop laughing,” she groans before getting up and walking to the fridge with her melted bag of frozen peas.

“Ew, throw them away,” I tell her, taking another bite from my muffin. She snatches another bag of frozen vegetables, stuffs them down the front of her pajama shorts, and sighs. I snort as she awkwardly walks back to her chair and sits on it.

“My vagina feels chaffed. Is that possible?” Zoe groans, resting her head on the tabletop. “It’s like he broke it,” she whines, and I laugh at her.

“So unfair. Marcus has a great time while here I am stuffing frozen vegetables down my pants because I feel like I have carpet burn where I shouldn’t have carpet burn,” she growls.

“I’m eating,” I tell her, shaking my muffin at her, not wanting that image in my head.

“Sorry, but let me whine; I have a literal fire-crotch situation going on here.”

“Again, I am eating. You are the little sister that over shares; I don’t need to know what’s going on with your lady bits,” I tell her when my phone pings, telling me I’ve received an email.

“Could be worse,” Zoe rambles, but her words fall on deaf ears as I pull my phone out and see the email from the city council.

One step forward and two steps back—always the same shit on repeat. A growl slips out of me, startling Zoe, as I read over the rejection letter. When I see the signing Alphas, I wrap my muffin back up in its wrapper, and Zoe looks at me.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, instantly alert.

“It was rejected.”

“What was?”

“My petition for the rogues,” I tell her, getting up from my seat.

“What are you doing?” she asks as I dump the rest of my coffee in the sink. Only, when I do, the mug shatters in my hand. I blink at the blood pooling in my palm.

“Shit!” I curse under my breath, picking up the broken pieces of glass and dumping them in the bin before snatching some hand towels out from under the sink. I rinse my hand, pulling a shard of thick glass from my palm before wrapping it in the towel. Zoe shrieks, seeing blood dripping from my hand, yet I feel nothing; I’m distracted from the pain—pissed off that my father would sabotage me like this. I quickly wrap a clean towel around my hand before snatching my handbag off the table.

“Everly?” Zoe says, reaching for my hand.

“I’m going to try to fix it,” I tell her.

“Wait, you need to calm down. Just wait, I’ll come with you,” she says, hopping up and wincing. I shake my head.

“Marcus will be here soon with Casey. And you have to freeze your rug burn,” I tell her, not realizing what I said as I storm out. I rush down the steps and around the side of the building before climbing into my truck.

Reversing out of my parking spot, I navigate through the full lot before jumping into the traffic and heading for the council chambers.

Finding a parking spot takes me twenty minutes when I arrive, only adding to my pent-up anger. After slamming the car into park, I grab my bag off the front passenger seat and storm into the brick building, nearly ripping my arm off as I yank the door open and shove my way through the security checkpoint. Guards rush toward me, and I’m not sure if it’s the furious look on my face or the fact my hand is dripping blood everywhere. However, one growl from me makes them stop in their tracks as my aura flies out and batters them.

They stand struck, stunned, and blinking at me. It startles me momentarily before I shrug.Thank you, mate bond!I think as I move toward the front desk to the clerk behind it, who’s on the phone chatting away. She hangs up and gives me a warm smile that slips off her face immediately when she sees mine. I try to relax my facial features, only realizing there’s no hiding my tension when she speaks.

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