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"We have said our peace on the matter," Callum yelled at him. "Our answer is final."
"You're not even going to talk about this? You're just going to dismiss this?"
They remained quiet, standing on their words.
"There are others, I'm sure. There have to be others who have fallen in love with humans. You aren't just hurting me. You're hurting others. My daughter deserves a mother. You are being too strict on your policies and need to loosen them."
"We will do no such thing," Elias snipped at him. "And you need to learn your place."
Marigold whimpered, and he pulled her closer, kissing the top of her head. He looked back at the council, needing to get them to understand.
"I haven't seen any other clans have issues with human mating. We are probably the only ones that care, and there is no reason."
Devlen swung up. His chair slammed to the ground as he yelled. "This meeting is over! Our answer is final, and if you bring it to us again, we will take action to release you from your duties."
He stiffened, and Marigold started to scream. It resonated off the walls echoing around him, and he felt defeated. They had refused him again.
He bounced her, and Elias rolled his eyes. "Leave and take your child with you. I hope you find another nanny."
He wanted to shift and rip them all apart. But Marigold screamed louder, making them all wince. He turned on his heel and left the room. The door slammed shut behind him.
He didn't know what to do. He was out of answers and out of ways to win Lyra back.
TWENTY-FOUR
LYRA
She felt giddy as she sat in her car. She stared at the building. The media outlet had called her back for an interview.
She was getting another step closer to piecing her life together. She had the urge to call Timber and tell him but didn't. She couldn't.
She got out of her car and took a deep breath in. She straightened her back and headed inside. There was a young guy behind the counter wearing a tailored suit, and his hair was combed back. He looked more like a model than he did a clerk.
She looked down at her outfit, having not dressed that fancy. She swallowed, suddenly nervous. She was told to wear something nice.
"I have an interview," she stated, stopping in front of the counter. "With Jill. It's at ten." She looked at the clock behind the guy seeing she was ten minutes early.
The boy looked at her, and his eyes did a quick look over before giving her a nod. "Yes, please take a seat. I'll inform Jill you are here."
He turned and stepped away, heading down the hallway. She took a seat, clutching her purse with a death grip.
Shit…Should I have dressed nicer? I didn't realize that the dress code was higher-end.
She looked at her black dress with buttons running down it. She wore flat black shoes and a simple necklace. Clothes she expected anyone could wear in an office.
The guy came back down the hall three minutes later. "Jill is ready for you."
She pulled herself up and walked down with him. She inhaled through her nose.
All right, remember. You are amazing. You can get this job. You deserve this job.
Twenty minutes later, she was leaving, and Jill had offered her the job. But she had to dress professionally. It was mandatory.
So, she headed down the main road downtown and looked for a few stores where she could shop. She needed a lot, considering most of her clothes consisted of loungewear. She had some nicer outfits like the one she was wearing. Jill had explained she needed to up her game.
She pulled up at her first store and pulled herself out of the car. She headed inside and looked for a few suits. She was also told she could write off a few purchased items if she needed, so she didn't fret about money.
She walked toward the clearance racks in the back and scanned for pants. She felt like eyes were on her, and she looked over her shoulder. There was no one in the store besides the gal running the register.
