HERA
Ben leaned back against the desk, crossing his arms as he looked between Atticus and me.
“I have a suggestion,” he began, his tone cautious. “But I’ll warn you—it’s risky.” He added. Atticus scoffed, his sharp glare already directed at Ben.
“How convenient,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You’re full of ideas now that we’re backed into a corner. This is exactly what you wanted from the get-go. You want me to be indebted to you.
Oh, for goodness sake!
“For once, could you not make this about your trust issues?” Ben rolled his eyes, clearly over Atticus’s paranoia. “I’m trying to help, and if you can’t get over yourself, maybe you can come up with something better.”
I sighed, the weight of their constant bickering hammering against my temples. It was getting freaking
