"So it was him then," she muttered under her breath, her tone edged with quiet suspicion.
Jason groaned beside her. "No. The system's been that way for ages. Alpha Ares didn't make the rule."
"Mm-hm." Rhea's unimpressed hum said she didn't buy a word of it.
"Can we just hurry?" Tavian cut in, his voice strained. "We're already behind."
"Nope," Rhea said matter-of-factly, halting mid-step. "These shoes are not made for speed. Do you see what I'm wearing?"
Tavian pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling sharply. "You're the one who insisted on wearing that."
They had tried...oh, they had tried, to talk her into something simple, but Rhea had waved them off with that same confident flick of her hand, claiming she needed to "make an impression."
Now she twirled a strand of hair between her fingers, smirking. "Don't I look sexy?"
Jason gave her a quick once-over and sighed. "Yeah, you do. I just don't get why you need to look sexy for breakfast."
