Raquel
I bit my lip in an effort not to smile. ‘Unkempt’ was one of Sierra’s favorite words. “Just ask her to put it back.”
“Raquel, we are so far beyond that, it’s not even funny.”
“Why?”
“Because Wrath lost his s**t and Sierra’s sobbing in the bunk room.”
“Oh my god, she’s crying? Way to f*****g bury the lead, Adam,” I growled as I rushed past him and out of the room. I found my best friend in a puddle, curled up in the fetal position on one of the lower bunkbeds. “Sierra?”
“Go away,” she grumbled.
I closed the door and made my way to her, sitting on the edge of the mattress. “Honey, are you okay?”
“Does it look like I’m okay?” she snapped. “This place is full of hostile energy.”
“Do you think it might have been a bad idea to move the bike?”
“I do now!” she cried out. “I was ju
