Moira’s lips thinned. “You can’t catch a break.”
I lifted a shoulder in a weary shrug. “Either the universe hates me or my father isn’t done trying to break us up.” Both were likely scenarios.
Ash shook his head. “I’m sorry, Evie.”
“Not your fault. No one’s fault.” I slapped on a smile. “We’ll see how it goes, I suppose.”
All I could hope was that I could power through this disaster without losing my mind or my temper.
Chapter
Four
CAELAN
Simone burst into the office, her face white as a ghost.
“She’s back!” she blurted, waving her hands around like a maniac. “Run. Leave. You can’t see her!”
I set my pen down and stared. “Who’s here?” I said calmly.
Someone needed to be calm. My usually unflappable Omega was beside herself. Her blonde hair was ruffled, her eyes were wide, and she was pacing back and forth like a military general.
“Rachel.”
I stilled, the name sending an electric shock of horror through my body. “Rachel who?”
I needed clarification. The last name would decide whether I relaxed or if I shifted and went for a very long run.
Simone met my eyes, her lips pressed tight. “You know who.”
My fists clenched, claws stretching out, ripping through the paper notebook I’d been writing in. “Why is she here?”
Simone sagged against the doorframe and pinched the space between her brows. “Hell if I know. One of our sentries spotted her pulling up the drive.”
I squeezed my eyes shut. Rachel was the daughter of a powerful European lord, and what was supposed to be a youthful dalliance between us had turned into something furious andtoxic. I’d fallen in love with her against my better judgment, and it took years for me to get her claws out of my heart.
If she were here now, she wouldn’t be bringing good news with her.
The steady thump of Seymour’s pot tore me away from my intrusive thoughts. I reached out for him, and the flytrap sailed through the air to land in my palm.
Simone snorted. “I do not know how he does that.” She frowned. “You may need to change his pot soon. He’s getting too big for it.”
Seymour waved his traps in agreement.
I snuggled him against my chest. Not sure how it happened, but me and the sentient, sometimes aggressive flytrap had become buddies. “What do you think?” I asked. “You want racing flames down the side of the next one?”
He smacked me with one of his traps.
Simone smirked. “It seems our Seymour prefers a more elegant home.”
“Millennial greige?” I asked.
If a plant could sigh, Seymour would have.
Simone pushed away from the door. “We have to greet her. Garrett isn’t here right now, so I’ll stand with you.”
“Can’t we just throw her out?”
