The next morning, Jennet wanted to wait in the VirtuMax lobby for Tam, but her dad hustled her along to the testing hub. Everyone was there—except Tam and Zeg. She glanced at the glowing numbers on the wall and bit her lip. Three minutes before the townies were unforgivably late.
TRoy nudged her. “Maybe if your boyfriend had some modern tech, he’d be able to keep up with the basics. You know, like telling time.”
She narrowed her eyes at him and pointedly turned away.
Spark, looking sleepy, cradled a cup between her hands. Did she stay up late at night, gaming? Jennet used to, especially last summer, when she’d first discovered the prototype version of Feyland. It was exhilarating, exploring an immersive new game while the rest of the world slept on, oblivious. Too bad the experience had
