TCG: Chapter 17

"Why is that still in you?" Evan asked as he bit into his apple. His eyes stared daggers into my belly, and I rolled my eyes as I sat in front of him.

"What is still in me?" I asked calmly, and he raised his eyebrow, a smirk forming on his lips.

"Well, whatever," he shrugged as if he was being helpful in his suggestion. "I was trying to save you from the work, but I guess you like it."

"What work?" I asked as I sipped my juice. Evander laughed as he put his feet on the table; everyone around the table, Sani and Kye, stared at his feet, disturbed. "Put your feet down," I snapped, annoyed.

"Okay, Mother," he said as he put down his feet. "Anyway, I need you to go back to work," he said. I looked up from my plate and raised my eyebrow.

"I thought you were handling it just fine."

"I am handling it just fine, but if I continue handling it just fine the pack will be broke," he said as if it wasn't his fault the pack was losing money.

"How are we losing money?" I buttered up my bread, and E