Clayton
“Are you f*****g kidding me?” Frankie snarls. “He was defending me.”
Garrett throws his hands up and glances at me. I just finished breakfast and am sitting at this little table with only boxers on. “I know he was,” Garrett responds to her. “I was there. I know you were only defending Frankie, Clayton. But Christian Clarke is contesting it and asked for the Council to intervene.”
“Where was the f*****g Council when Clarke attacked us?” Frankie yells.
“I’m on your side, Frankie,” Garrett squeaks out. “So is Tyler. He’s not mad that you banished his Dad.”
“Where is Tyler?” Frankie asks.
“He is wrangling the Council and the Clarkes,” Garrett responds.
Frankie sighs heavily. “Okay, go and help him. Clayton and I will be there in about fifteen minutes.” Garrett nods and walks out
