Nevara
I was halfway through peeling off my training shirt when the knock came.
“Door’s open,” I called, yanking the fabric over my head with a wince. Every muscle in my body still ached from drills.
Michelle peeked in with a too-bright smile and a casual bounce in her step. “You busy?”
I blinked at her from the edge of my bed. “Uh. Kind of. Just got out of training.”
“Perfect!” she chirped. “You’re limber. Come run errands with me.”
I stared. “Errands?”
She nodded like it was the most exciting word in the realm. “Come on. I need a second opinion on a few things. And I hate going alone.”
I hesitated. My body screamed for a bath and a nap. My brain was already halfway through the book waiting on my nightstand. But Michelle’s smile was disarming—sweet with just a hint of don’t-make-m
