Ethan
"I led in the only room that lasts," I say. "Policy, training and conduct. You want me to be visible? I'll be visible Friday at a block that makes second-years harder to pin. That's worth more than a photo with a map." He stares and I don't look away.
"You sound like your mother when she's tired of men explaining the pack to her," he says at last. "Be careful with that. It wins fights you didn't intend to start."
"Or it ends ones I didn't intend to tolerate," I say.
His mouth goes thin. "You will attend dinner with the Jameses tomorrow night. No cancellations. Bring a jacket."
"Noted," I say. He waits for me to argue but I don't give him the fight he wants. He waves me out.
I cut through the service hall to the observation deck above the training floor. Ezra is on
