He raised an eyebrow and pointed at my bandaged hand. “He said he would check on that so that he can make a decision.”

Ooh, really? Was that all? Was I being paranoid?

I heaved out a sigh and childishly rolled my eyes. “Tomorrow. Maybe.” I muttered, rising to my feet.

I needed to start going home. And ever since I broke my hand, I have not been using my car. Using Bolt was not favorable for someone who has been driving for close to three years.

“Why not now?” Morgan stopped me, stopping me from taking my backpack.

Anger started boiling within. As I faced him, I didn’t feel...