Ariana’s POV
“You’ve been staring at me weirdly ever since I walked into this kitchen. In fact, everyone has been staring at me weirdly ever since I woke up this morning. If you have something bothering you, say it right now,” I dared, my patience hanging by a thread.
“Instead, if you can only glare at me but not talk, then stop giving me those annoying, glaring stares before I report you.”
That at least pushed some of the workers to look away, but the one who handed me my food held her gaze on me like a challenge.
“The rogue attack,” she began. She was about to stammer, but she straightened and solidified her stance. “I heard… and we know things did not go as planned there.”
“Who told you that?” I asked, genuinely puzzled. Marco, Ruben, and I had that conversation behind closed door
