TERESA
A month passed by quietly and the tension of the incoming attack increased, and we could no longer sleep with our two eyes closed.
"Where is he?" A random voice cut through the silence of the training ground.
I wiped the sweat from my forehead and dropped the wooden staff I was holding.
My arms were sore from sparring with them all evening, but his tone made me pause.
Who the hell was this stranger that he could stand there and demand answers from Keller and Bennett?
I had been hearing the rumours and the questions but the last thing we were going to do was to answer questions about Lynch.
They were not asking questions casually. They were simply demanding and Keller and Bennett were the ones who always received the heat most of the time.
I met their eyes, and for a seco
