Page 88 of Shifter Situations

He pushed it open again, bellowing, “Sloane Osiris and Jack Draven.”

“In here,” she yelled, knowing he could have heard her whisper.

Jack leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. “I didn’t do anything this time.”

Charlie took a deep breath, rubbing the heels of his palms over his cheeks. “Have you lost your fucking mind? You blew up my water towers. Two of them.”

“It was an accident,” Lo confessed, biting her lips together.

“Do you know how much they’re going to cost to replace?”

She sat in a chair at the kitchen table, tucking her hands under her thighs. “I do not. How much?”

Charlie growled at her.

“Dad, just take it out of my allowance,” she smarted.

“You don’t get an allowance. You’ve never gotten one. Don’t be a smartass.”

He huffed, pacing the length of the kitchen. “You and Jack were always causing some kind of trouble as kids, and age clearly hasn’t helped you grow out of that trait.”

Jack tilted his head in agreement, and Sloane rolled her eyes at him.

“I’ll pay for it, Dad.”

“I don’t have water.”

“That was your reserve,” Jack argued. “You only use it to water the plants.”

Charlie threw his hands in the air, shouting, “That’s not the fucking point!”

Sloane held her hands up in surrender, glaring at Jack before turning back to her dad.

“You’re right, and I’m sorry. I was playing with power that I didn’t know how to control, and my shot went wide.”

“You did that with a gun?” he asked in exasperation. “Who the fuck gave you a firearm with so many people around?”

“With finger guns,” she sang.

“Devil help me,” Charlie muttered to himself.

She smiled at him. “I’m trying…”

“Where is Nate when I need him?” Charlie tipped his head back, and Sloane sobered immediately.

“Has Papi heard from him?”

“No. Not since we talked to him in Baton Rouge. Sunday will be two weeks.”

“Awesome,” Sloane replied dryly. “Just add that to the never-ending to-do list. I’m officially calling Sunday an off day so I can try to track him down.”

Her dad chuckled. “Some of the faction alphas were full of complaints this morning, too.”

“We knew they would be,” she commented absently.

“Why?” Palmer asked. “Doesn't the Supreme Alpha normally consist of a mated pair?”

Briggs glared at the mage.