Chapter Forty Five
We barely talked about what happened with the rogues on the way home. As soon as we pulled to a stop outside the pack house i jumped out of the Jeep and ran inside. I was in the shower before Lip even called out my name. I was covered in mud and blood and i felt like the lingering scent of rogues was embedded in my skin. I just wanted to feel clean. I wasn’t even worrying about anything other than getting the gunk off of me. “Max.” Lip knocked on the door lightly. “You okay?” I struggled in a deep breath. “Yeah. I just… need to get this dirt off me.” I heard him open the door to the bathroom and then he sat down on the toilet. “Maybe we should postpone your conversation with Atlas. Today was a lot.” I stuck my head out of the shower. “I’m fine, Lip. I’m dirty and i don’t want any part
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