EDWARD’S POV
Wendy shuts the door and drops onto the couch beside Kaz, looking at me the same way everyone else is.
I shrug off my jacket and toss it over the arm of a chair before rolling up my sleeves.
The clubhouse is empty except for us. I had it cleared out an hour ago and told Eliot exactly who to call. The people who've been with me through every stupid decision, fight and disaster.
I roll my neck and shoulder slowly, the joints cracking loud enough for Wendy to raise an eyebrow.
“You good?” she asks.
“Fine.”
I’m not fine.
I drove straight here after my little family bonding session with my father. The drive sucked, my shoulders hurt and my brain has been running laps for the last twenty-four hours.
Resting a hand against the back of the couch, I look around the room.
“Fir
