Grace
Eason and I locked eyes as I entered the conference room. The food was mostly gone. He had another popsicle in his mouth. There were papers everywhere. Amira was on the other side of the table with her laptop.
"I could--"
"I'm not running," I said.
Amira glanced between me and Eason as he looked at me. His skepticism was written all over his face, but he said nothing.
I approached the table. "This... attack has nothing to do with our heritage, really. It's about the patent."
Eason turned back to his laptop, not saying anything as he went back to typing. It felt dismissive, and it irritated me, but I held it back.
"I talked to Gabriel," I said. "About Blood Moon. I think he'll be able to give us more insight into what Blood Moon might do next and how best to manage the si
