21
Maxon
I stalk G’s command central like I’m a caged animal in need of raw meat. All the pink and yellow in this place makes me want to tear my eyes out. I pause by the entrance and grip the doorjamb so tightly, the wood lets out a soft crack. G looks my way for a second, but she doesn’t say anything. My G knows better than to talk when I’m like this. Instead, she starts issuing orders to the half-dozen or so folks who are running around doing damage control.
Turning around, I glare down the outer hallway. Ty could walk toward us at any second, bringing news of Lianna from his tracking spell. Since it’s an emergency, Ty could even teleport right into this room. He won’t, though. G considers it rude when people enter her chambers without knocking, no matter what the hell is going on. Wa
