I forgot that my office is a mess. Walking in, I groaned loudly, wishing I had just let the omegas clean it for me. I try to get the worst of it picked up, but give up when I get to my desk and everything scattered around it.
I’m too tired and feel disgusting after this morning's events. My hands are still covered in blood and grime, not really working effectively in cleaning. I leave bloody smears on everything I touch. A lot of the papers that were on my desk were for Lira’s festival this coming weekend and I don’t want to get them dirty if I can help it.
I fell down in my chair with an exhausted huff, then leaned back closing my eyes, wishing for all this to be over so I could get back to my mate. If I go see Lira right now with my appearance, she might panic again. I need to get cl
