chapter 40

Everly Yesterday was rough, last night even tougher. I didn't get any sleep; my entire body is aching from tossing and turning. The mate bond grows stronger each time I see him, and the pain of denying it is getting harder to ignore. I roll out of bed to the sound of soft murmurs—that means Zoe is awake. I hear her trying to wake Casey in the room beside mine. Getting to my feet, I quickly open my door to see her in all her bedhead glory. She yawns and smiles at me. “Morning,” she says, turning her attention back to Casey's open door before she does a double take, then steps away from me. Casey starts to step out of her room when Zoe shoves her back inside the door and quickly shuts it. Casey bangs on the door in objection. “Just a minute, sweetie,” Zoe says before gripping my arm. “What happened? Did that bastard hurt you? I'll fucking kill him,” she whispers with venom in her voice. “Swear Jar,” Casey calls through the closed door while I try to figure out what's gotten into her. “Hu