NOVA
Drax's office had one window, and it looked out onto the training ground, and right now Nova wished she was out there instead of in here.
She took the left chair. Bren dropped into the right one with his arms already crossed, jaw already working on something. Caden didn't sit. He stood behind her left shoulder, and she felt him there the way she always felt him, that heat at her back her body had decided to track without asking her first.
Drax put the blade wrap on the desk between them.
Didn't say anything for a full minute. Just looked at it. Bren shifted twice. Nova didn't move.
"Clean cut," Drax said. "Fresh. Right at the binding point." He looked up. "This didn't happen during use."
"He's calling me a cheat." Bren's voice is too loud for the room. "He lost, and now she's po
