/Ember’s POV/
“Of course.” I remember replying sharply to Nessa’s question before she settled on the sofa opposite me, and Lauren joined afterwards, but he was strangely quiet, as if annoyed about something. Sylvia and I have been talking about the training group for over thirty minutes while drinking beers and eating cake. I almost forgot how good it felt talking to her when she’s actually in her right mind; she’s intelligent after all.
“Ain’t gonna lie, it’s amazing, that plan... but will it work though in fishing out the rats, I guess? I still can’t believe we’ve got some rats in our groups. I mean, the sudden increase in our numbers was suspicious, but I didn’t really think much of it since we were all from the same pack; the two other guys that weren’t from our pack live in the citi
