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

Oh, 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 had not been using my car. Using Bolt was not favorable for someone who had been driving for close to three years.

“Why not now?” Morgan stopped me, ...