Before I could decide whether to bite Yuche to show him just how much of a dog I was NOT, Commander Li stepped into the room, followed by Zhenlan and Chenghai.
Several of his teammates remained near the entryway, wisely pretending not to hear anything while outside, Meilan's voice had gone hoarse.
Lingyun's, on the other hand, had not. That was unsurprising. Lingyun probably had excellent stamina when committing emotionally motivated crimes.
I leaned back against the couch and looked around the damaged room.
This was not the cozy fortress I had built in my head. It was not the safe little island I had imagined when I stocked my space, locked doors, and told the rest of the world to go be tragic somewhere else.
It was cracked, burned, bloodied, and full of people who kept telling me uncomfortable truths.
But it was still mine.
And that mattered more than anything else.
"It just needs a bit of…" I paused, searching for the right word.
