Amelia’s POV
I braced myself for what would surely be a vague insult hurdled in my direction. Perhaps a backhanded compliment.
Instead, he looked around the outdoor facilities and then glanced to me. “This was your doing, Luna?”
“Yes,” I replied.
He hummed, his expression unreadable. I didn’t trust him, still steadied myself for whatever terrible thing he was sure to say next.
“I suppose you have an adequate job,” he said, but he didn’t sound like he believed that. In fact, with the snide way he said it, I was sure what was going to come next was going to be even more offensive. “In this pack, however, we prefer for our Luna’s to go above and beyond.”
There is was, the man I was more familiar with. In the past, I might have allowed this kind of vague comment to bring me down, but for
