(Mira)
The section stayed quieter once I stepped outside the room.
A few brothers moved through the compound carrying boxes and folding tables toward storage near the back. Party stuff probably. Nothing loud yet. Just preparation and people trying to get things done before the weekend came around.
I walked through the hallway slowly, waiting to see if the nausea would come back.
It didn’t.
That was enough for now.
I pushed the armory door open and stepped inside.
Jake looked up immediately from where he sat at the table. Gun parts rested in front of him beside a cleaning cloth and a bottle of oil. His eyes moved over me once before settling back on my face again.
“You’re supposed to be resting,” he said.
“That sounds familiar.”
“That’s because Prez says it every five minutes late
