Wendy
I hate that Jude can see things that don’t even stand out on my radar. Like that den. How did he even see that?
“Don’t over think it Wendy,” he says. “You’re still learning. That’s why you’re here. You haven’t even started at the Academy yet. Give yourself a break,” Jude says from where he’s sitting at his console.
“How can you pay attention to everything?” I ask, a little snarkier than I meant to.
He turns and looks at me. “I have three years of practice and Academy training that you don't have, Wendy. Give yourself a break. You won’t be perfect at first,” he says patiently.
I nod. “Sorry I snapped at you. I didn’t mean it to come out that way,” I say.
“I know you didn’t. Pull your chair over here and we’ll watch them together.”
I do as he asks. In the small confines of the v
