The Broken Partizan - 3

Return to Rosewood - Part 1

A/N: Hi thereeeeee, I have FINALLY started the third book in my fanfic series for you guys :). The Partizan is my most popular book and I am so glad that people like it cause it was my first one on Wattpad and I love Jamie so wanted to share my love idk. Anyway, Enjoy! So glad you're here!

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As soon as Lottie got out of the hospital after the incident with Ingrid, you were all whisked back to the Maravish palace; where all the important discussions about the Leviathan and Lottie's portmanship duties did not include you.

Even being Lottie's older sister and Jamie's partner the royal family didn't want you to be included, which annoyed you. You had worked incredibly hard, been kidnapped, held a sword up to a creepy ass member of the Leviathan and never left Ellie and Lottie's sides.

Yet...they still didn't trust you.

You are back in your room at the palace, bored out of your mind. You find that when this happens (which it does a lot) you start thinking obsessively about Jamie.

This also annoys you.

It annoys you because you assume Jamie does not in fact obsessively think about you, because he obsessively thinks about his job instead.

You face plant onto your bed.

But I am part of his job.

You giggle into your sheets then roll back over to face the unnecessarily far away ceiling, with patterns that twirl and entwine, after further inspection you notice it's actually a hidden wolf.

"Huh, look at that." You mumble, arms askew.

"Y/n I need to talk to you."

Jamie charges into the room, with a confused frown, Vampy padding in behind him.

You bolt up with a start.

"Jamie, knocking exists. I could've been doing voodoo or something."

He looks towards you with an even more confused expression than before.

Vampy jumps onto your bed and rubs his head against your arm, demanding attention.

"Hi Vampy!" You exclaim, stroking his ink black fur.

"Y/n."

You stand up, giving Vampy one last scratch before approaching the partizan that is now slouched in one of your armchairs, "Yes Jamie...wait a second. Why aren't you with the Wolfsons and Lottie discussing stuff I can't know until after the meeting instead of during it?"

"I haven't been to any of them since we came back."

"What?! Why didn't you tell me? I'm turning insane on my own half the time!"

"Y/n, we've been here for two days, and it's only immediate family allowed."

"Since when has Lottie been immediate family to the Wolfsons?! She's my immediate family."

"Ellie's grandma." Jamie replies bluntly.

You slump into the free armchair opposite him. "Makes sense I guess. God I hate her."

"Hate who?" Lottie and Ellie walk in, Lottie looks rested and fresh, recovered well from Ingrid's attack, and her new haircut looks good, even if it is unintentional. Ellie on the other hand, appears gravely ill, her eye bags even more prominent than usual.

"Has everyone forgotten how to knock? Or not."

Lottie grins at your comment, perching herself on the end of your bed. "Who do you hate y/n?"