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Chapter 7

I stomp down the path and used the spare key to fling open the front door. As soon as I get inside, Micah is waiting, leaning against the wall.

"Not today Micah," I grumble unhappily, heading for the kitchen. It's time to drown my sorrows in something sweet, maybe also savoury.

"Good afternoon to you too," Micah says sarcastically, following me inside the kitchen. He pulls back a chair and sits himself down onto it, his eyes trained onto me. I pull open the fridge and glare at the contents, reaching for the pot of hummus and carrot sticks.

"Can we talk?"

"Like personal talk or about the mission? I'm not up for either at the moment." I mumble, prying the lid off the hummus. I take a carrot stick and violently shovel some hummus onto it before popping it inside my mouth. Micah raises one eyebrow at me -

"I'm guessing your first day didn't quite go to plan?" He questions, lowering his voice a little. I roll my eyes, it didn't go to plan at all.