chapter 30

We’ve had an entire week of funeral services. Everything feels wrong, though. Tatum is in a medically induced coma. They saved his leg, but the infection has spread everywhere and Macey has been sick with worry, barely leaving his bedside. Zoe and I have been alternating taking Taylor. Ava has busied herself with work and so have I. Anything to take my mind off how quickly everything has spiraled out of control. All morning, I was holed up in my office—which is finally finished—going over documents from both packs and the accounting from the hotel, leaving me scraping money left and right to pay bills. Then I spent all afternoon helping Ava move her stuff back home from the apartment out behind my hotel, which Macey will now take over. When I finally get home from work and walk in the door, Valen looks over the back of the couch; the beer in his hand doesn’t escape my eyes as he quickly places it down to turn to look at me. “I put your dinner in the microwave, and Valarian asked for yo