DRAKE
I squint as she walks out, pondering the meaning of her cryptic message. What did she mean by I wouldn’t see her for a while? Is she so comfortable sleeping in Halo’s room? I cover the flask, my appetite leaving with Elena. The door groans open again.
“Rosa, I don’t think I feel like eating anymore,” I sigh.
“Rosa? Do I look like a Rosa?” I snap toward the door to see Maxwell, my Beta, beaming from ear to ear.
It is rare, if at all, that I get to see his pearly whites— He’s always upright and serious, but seeing him stand so carefree, smiling with his arms wide, I know something rather fascinating must have happened to trigger this response.
“Are you going to stand there all day, or will you spill the beans?” I probe.
“Well, we won’t be having trouble with the rogues on the E
