Harper
Lyra held rank.
Great. So today was going to be exactly as fun as I'd guessed.
The one mercy was the pair gearing up beside the boats. Gregor, broad and quiet, checking a strap. Fenn beside him, already nodding at me like we'd survived something together. Which, technically, we had.
"Everyone." Lyra hooked a hand around the man at her shoulder. "Joe. A-class. My new partner."
Joe stuck a hand out to the group with the easy warmth of a man who'd never been hated by a colleague in his life. "Really looking forward to working with everyone today."
Gregor shook it. Fenn gave a nod. Vane didn't move.
I leaned half an inch toward his shoulder. "He seems nice."
"Don't count on it."
Fair enough. The last person who'd seemed nice to me in this camp had lured me into a Destroyer's ce
