"You said it."
He flicked a casual glance at his watch, the movement screaming I was wasting his precious time.
"It's Wednesday. I've got real s**t to handle. Track down Jaxen yourself."
"If I could find him, I wouldn't be wasting my breath on you."
My voice cracked upward, sharp and ugly.
Gary stood, chair wheels squeaking.
My fists clenched, rage boiling in my chest like acid, choking, burning, demanding an outlet.
"This is all because of that b***h Scarlett!" The name ripped from my throat like a snarl.
My wolf howled in agreement, a feral surge that made my skin prickle and my scent spike sharp with fury, bitter adrenaline cutting through the room's stale coffee and wood polish.
"I hate her. She slapped me first. I gave her back what she deserved, grabbed her by the hair,
