ISLA
I spent the morning in a daze, drinking coffee and staring at the wall.
Around eleven, I finally decided to call Lena.
She picked up on the first ring like she’d been staring at her phone waiting for me.
“Oh thank the Goddess. I’ve been trying to reach you all morning. Are you okay? I heard about– Isla, is it true? About the Apex?”
“How do you already know?”
“It’s all anyone’s talking about. The Apex announced a sudden meeting about something urgent this morning and apparently there are rumors about a mate bond, and Goddess, Isla, please tell me you’re not caught up in this.”
I laughed, and it sounded slightly hysterical. “I’m caught up in it. He slept on my couch last night.”
Silence.
And then, “I’m coming over. Don’t move.”
She arrived twenty minutes later with pastrie
