Kennedy
After checking on Samuel, who is about as sweet as he can be, I head back to the table with Quirin.
“Hey Luna, are you planning on lapping us again tonight?” someone calls out.
I turn, frowning? “What?”
“We were running patrols last night when you decided to make all of us feel like lazy asses when you passed us three times.” I’d been so upset that I hadn’t even been paying attention.
“Oh. Oh, I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad. Echo just needed to stretch her legs,” I tell him.
“That’s okay, Luna. It’s just a reminder that we need to push harder to make sure no one gets past our borders. It was pretty impressive,” a third patrol member says.
“Thank you. If you ever need anyone to set the pace for you …” I begin and laugh when they all begin to say “NO” loudly.
