Monica stared at my hand like it might explode. The tears spilled over, running down her cheeks. She reached out with trembling fingers and took it.
Her grip was weak. But it was there.
Natalia watched from behind me. I could feel her gaze on my back, analyzing, assessing. She saw what I was doing. Collecting another stray. Adding another piece to my collection.
She didn't protest.
Smart girl.
I wrote Monica's name on the board and stepped back to survey Team Alpha.
Six members. Control focus. High adaptability.
One telekinetic powerhouse with S-Rank potential and zero chill.
One healer who could keep us alive through anything short of decapitation.
One information specialist with future-sight processing.
One shadow operative who thrived in chaos.
One botanical controller who needed to be rebuilt from the ground up.
And me.
The scumbag king with a baseball bat and too many problems.
It would do.
