Upon arriving at the club room, I immediately sprawled across the entire sofa, claiming it like it was my personal throne. Finally—peace, quiet, and comfort. Or so I thought.
Apparently, fate had other plans.
Cypher and Christian were the first to arrive. Cypher took the single sofa right next to mine, cool as ever, while Christian plopped down on the floor, nose buried in his book.
Next came Edge, Rex, and Whitney, who settled onto the sofa opposite me. Angela was the last one to arrive, her eyes instantly searching for Cypher. Unfortunately for her, every spot near him was already taken. With a reluctant sigh, she lowered herself onto the floor beside Christian at the table, opening her book.
When Edge noticed Angela sitting there, he quickly abandoned his spot to join her, leaning in to share her book. Whitney's eyes flicked toward them, and though she forced a cheerful expression, the slight twitch in her fingers betrayed her irritation.
