7
Okay, maybe making out with one of my teammates in the middle of a crisis was a bad idea. We weren’t as discreet as I thought either because everyone is acting weird. Hepa won’t speak to me this morning, and Greg is answering all my questions in monosyllables.
On top of that, I woke up to Jordan happily peeing into the reservoir, not bothering to cover up, and apparently not realizing that he was contaminating our only water source.
Hepa and Greg reluctantly refilled their flasks from the farther end of the pool, with Jordan on their heels, apologizing sheepishly.
“Urine is water soluble,” I tell them. “I learned that in non-magical school.”
Hepa gives me the look of death while Greg mumbles something about me making excuses for my new boy toy.
Get it together, Edie, I think to mys
