That probably hadn’t helped, in all honesty.
She’d been raised among peers, matured with them, and those peers had flown the nest, leaving her questioning why the f**k she couldn’t.
Being shoved into a human school, being raised to be an adult at eighteen, and then being dragged back into her own culture had stung. She was still reeling from the lash of it.
With a huff, she made it to the top of the stairs and the admin quarters. She braced herself for the noise—Jesus, she hated noise—and pushed into the room.
The cacophony of sound hit her like a hammer to the head. She almost staggered from it.
Her mother had worked in a newsroom and she loved the noise. Fed off it. It energized her where it only drained Ava.
She cast a glance over the three dozen desks, seeing everyone was pretty
