Chapter Twenty Five
This was messed up. Fang and I were suppose to be together? 'You've messed with the wrong person!' I yelled in my head. 'Jeb would have never done anything like this to me! Who are you?!'
And, of course, there is no answer.
I felt more confused and scared than I have in a long time. Not just scared for the flock, or confused about what I should do, but for both me and Fang. Is it even possibly for people to fate who the person's mate will be? Now that line needs to be drawn. They're messing with my life more than I thought.
I dried my face off and burst out of the bathrooms. Rounding the corner to our table, I jerked Fang from his seat. "Fang, I need to speak with you out side."
"Oooh! What did you do this time Fang," Iggy asked. Fang turned around and just shrugged at him. I ripped open the door and stepped outside. "What's this about Max," Fang asked.
"You wouldn't believe it," I yelled, outraged. "I was thinking about stuff, like the kids and us, and then the voice decided to pop up and tell me things like we were meant to be together because they wanted us to be. The voice hasn't lied to me, not like that really means anything-"
Fang cut me off by throwing a hand up. He cupped my face in both his hands. "Max, get it together! You never believe someone was controlling our lives, so don't start thinking that now. Nobody can control us."
I just looked down at my feet. What's been up with me lately? "I'm sorry Fang. It must be all the pressure I've been going though lately. With Raven, and G.R.I.N, and a crowed resturaunt..."
Fang smiled, but it seemed sort of sad. "Deep breaths Max." I did as told, already feeling a little better. "Good," he said, taking my hand. "Now let's go get some food then get out of this joint." I nodded and he pulled me inside.
For a second, I almost wished I didn't have wings.