CHAPTER 12
Later that day, Lauren found Finn in the library, poring over detailed anatomical charts. He took one look at her bloodshot eyes and the rigid tension in her shoulders, and his usual easygoing demeanor vanished.
“You look terrible,” he said, not kindly, but clinically. His eyes were examining her, “Did you sleep at all?”
“Yeah.” She lied and forced a smile as she took the seat next to her.
He looked at her as she tried to appear alright, and he knew she was lying. “You’re such an awful liar.”
She exhaled softly, “Ryle was there,” she admitted, rubbing the tension from her neck. “He gave me his usual inspiring words about being a challenging failure.”
“He was there all night?” Finn shook his head, a mixture of disbelief and grim respect.
“He was training at the same time I
