"You challenged Killian Knight like that?" Jina's light brown eyes settle on me in a mix of surprise and wariness.
We were in the room that opened onto a balcony above the hall, hidden from view by dark blue curtains and a closed door.
"What do you want me to do? He’s getting on my nerves," I mutter.
"You… the one who perfected this act for ten years. Ten years! And now you… what?"
Shame washes over me, and I lower my gaze, closing my eyes.
Jina lets out a long huff and leans against the long table at the center of the room. It was an office-c*m-lodge of sorts, and the only people with access to it were Jina, Kevin, and me. I sink back into the couch.
"We’re so close to D-Day. You cannot get distracted," she says.
"I know. And I’m not."
"We can’t afford it," she emphasizes.
"Don’t
