“Can we at least give it some thought? I mean, it doesn’t look like she’ll last a week at the academy.” I scoff. “It doesn’t look like she’d last a night in my company.” Which gives me an idea. Maybe I’m best playing along. She’ll be gone in a matter of days. Then we can choose someone better. Or maybe I should trust my best friend. If he says it has to be her, then there is a reason for it. There always is. “She’ll outlast us all,” he says cryptically in that way that really pisses me off.
