chapter 22(2)

Everly Somehow, the morning seemed to slip by slowly. The girls and I meet for lunch in the city center, but it feels odd being served and not doing the serving. We all look and feel out of place. People stare and mutter, mainly at Macey because she still smells like a rogue. The waitress places our food down in front of us along with a tea. I glance up at her. “I think you gave me the wrong one.” She smiles apologetically. “I'm sorry, Luna, but–” “Valen!” I growl and she whisks away quickly. I know it must be Valen's doing, seeing as it’s one of his pack cafés we’re sitting at. Macey glances around before sliding her cappuccino in front of me with a wink. “I saw nothing. And I think he is being ridiculous over the caffeine thing,” she declares. “And cheese,” I tell them, glaring at my salad. “Cheese?” Zoe asks. “Yep, listeria. Oh, and fish—mercury levels apparently. And since he can't be bothered looking up which fish specifically to steer clear of, he has banned all fish. Oh yeah, an