Ronak’s gaze moves away from me. “Get the box before she starts hyperventilating.” “On it,” Sylred chirps helpfully. “What box? I don’t need a box,” I snap, waving my arms. “I need to not ruin your lives or be the downfall of all genfins everywhere.” “Scratch. You’re overreacting a bit.” “Is she always this dramatic?” Belren asks. I glare at him. I’d forgotten he was still here. “Pretty much, yeah,” Evert answers.
