Chapter 2
Wyn“Oh, goody. The patriarchy.” Sonia stood in the front door, her arm braced against the doorframe. A profoundly serious soldier stood on the other side, not impressed with Sonia’s attitude. “It must be someone’s birthday,” she said dryly.
“It’s my birthday!” Wyn threw her hands in the air and nearly fell over. She grabbed at the counter’s edge and hauled herself upright. She barely slept last night from nerves. Exhaustion made her slap-happy, but never off-balance. “Hey, what’s in this coffee?”
“Miss Davies?” The soldier stared down at Sonia. Wyn sort of wished she could see Sonia’s face because it had to be epic, but she wanted to finish her breakfast before the patriarchy took her away for testing.
“No, you want the birthday girl.” Sonia hooked a finger over her shoulder.
