The energy had quieted into a more focused buzz, maps still spread out, laptops idling, and everyone beginning to slump into the early afternoon lull.
RAE: (suddenly leaning back in her chair with a groan)
“Okay. I’ll admit it. I need actual food. Not snacks. And definitely more coffee before we talk strategy anymore.”
REMI: (without missing a beat)
“You have a point, dramatic gremlin.”
RAE: (deadpan, flipping her off without looking)
“Love you too.”
DEL: (laughing as she stands up)
“You’re lucky she’s not threatening glitter again.”
WILL: (grinning as he pushes his chair back)
“I’d rather face a rogue Alpha than be on the receiving end of that again.”
TREY: (stretching)
“Food sounds good. I vote sandwiches.”
ELIJAH: (already halfway to the door)
“As long as there’s caffeine,
