GWEN
It was exactly one week until the Alpha Convergence, and my patience was paper thin.
If Anaya rolled her eyes at me one more time, I was going to lose my composure. Permanently.
She’d spent the past week turning the preparations into her personal battleground. It started small with the subtle jabs, misplaced orders, constant undermining.
But I hadn’t taken the bait. Not since my training with Lucas started, not since he sat me down and explained, in the calmest and most convincing tone, that Anaya had been best friends with Conan’s late mate, Sarah.
Lucas had said during a sparring break. “Just... try to give her time. She’s not a bad person. She’s just hurt.”
Yeah, well. I was grieving too, mostly my peace of mind. But whatever. I had survived the day. That was something.
So,
