Vina's POV
“Before everybody gets comfortable, listen up.”
True's voice carried across the lot.
The men stopped what they were doing.
So did I.
True stood near the edge of the clinic area with her arms crossed.
“If you're staying on perimeter, there are rules.”
Edge raised an eyebrow.
“Rules?”
“Yes, Prez. Rules.”
Trident grinned.
Edge didn't.
True pointed toward the boxes of gloves.
“Don't touch anyone without gloves."
"I don't care if you're helping somebody off the ground or they need help carrying something because they're hurt.
"If you're touching a person, especially if there's blood involved, gloves first.”
The joking disappeared.
“And nobody pulls out cash.”
Chain frowned. “Why?”
“Because you're here to help, not flash money. You start handing out twenties, people
