Kennedy

After checking on Samuel, who is about as sweet as he can be, I head back to the table with Quirin.

“Hey Luna, are you planning on lapping us again tonight?” someone calls out.

I turn, frowning? “What?”

“We were running patrols last night when you decided to make all of us feel like lazy asses when you passed us three times,” another patrol member says.

I’d been so upset that I hadn’t even been paying attention.

“Oh. Oh, I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to make you feel ...