Chapter 16. Father-Daughter Sit-Down

Amelie

“BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!”

“I get it. I’m getting up,” I hit the snooze button again.

Nine minutes later, “BEEP, BEEP, BEEP” screaming at me again than a knock on the door.

“Am, breakfast will be ready soon. I want to see you before we leave.” Hope knows I am not a morning person, and I need to be coaxed.

I flop over on my back, kick off my blanket, “I’ll be right down. Leave me some coffee, or someone might die.”

I hear a laugh, “No worries, we already know.” I hear Hope’s footsteps heading down the hall.

I pull myself out of bed and into the bathroom. Time to get the day started. I turn on the shower and undress. I catch a glimpse of my mate mark in the mirror. Looking at myself naked makes me cringe because that damn mark is staring back at me. It has been about a month since “The Fight,” as it’s called now. I have healed completely and have minimal scarring, considering the extent of my injuries. It was primarily cuts and br