“Won’t know anything for a little while, but they’re optimistic.”
I let out a relieved sigh. “I’m really glad.”
“Me too, sweetheart.” He raised an eyebrow. “Heard there was a dustup last night. You okay?”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not the one you have to worry about.”
“I’ll have a conversation with Sierra. Smooth things over.”
“What?” I almost spit out my coffee. “I wasn’t talking about Sierra.”
“Oh?”
“You need to teach Wrath some manners.”
Sundance laughed. “Not my job.”
“Well, whose job is it?”
“You’ll have to ask him.”
“No thank you.” I took a sip of coffee. “Where’s Orion?”
Sundance frowned. “On his way to Denver, didn’t he tell you?”
No, the little fucker didnottell me.
“I haven’t checked my phone this morning,” I lied. “He probably sent me a text.”
“Probably.”
My brother walked in and smiled. “Morning.”
“Hi.”
“You ready? I’m taking you to and from class today.”
“Oh, okay.” I nodded. “Let’s go.”
I grabbed a muffin from the pantry, poured my coffee into a travel cup, then followed Tristan out to my car.
“Am I allowed to drive, or do you need to do that, too?” I asked, my already bad mood spiraling into the toilet.
He raised an eyebrow. “You okay?”
“I’m peachy,” I snapped.
“Can you drive with your hands bandaged?”
“Watch me,” I retorted, hitting the unlock button on my key fob with my chin and sliding into the driver’s seat.
Tristan climbed in beside me and I drove to my campus in silence, using my wrists most of the way, my anger swirling and stewing.
I parked, then climbed out, opening the back door and grabbing my bag as Tristan walked to the driver’s side and held his hand out for the keys.
“I’ll pick you up when you’re ready. Just text me,” he said.
“Whatever.”
