Skye’s P.O.V.
I stormed into the fire station, my mood as dark as the clouds brewing outside of Fairview. I barely noticed the other firefighters lounging around, greeting me with nods as I passed by. My focus was singular, and it was aimed directly at Blade.
The little dipshit!
I found my brother in the garage, working on a piece of equipment. Blade glanced up as I approached, his expression immediately shifting from concentration to a lazy grin.
“Well, if it isn’t Mr. Grumpy Pants. What’s got your tail in a twist?”
I crossed my arms over my chest, glaring at Blade and hoping not to punch him immediately.
“You know exactly what’s got me pissed.”
Blade wiped his hands on a rag, pretending to think deeply.
“Let me guess. It’s about the family trip?”
“You invited Lila,” I growled
