ELIAS POV
I had fought rogues.
I'd fought Alphas.
I'd once stitched my own shoulder back together after a patrol went spectacularly wrong because the nearest healer had been forty minutes away and I didn't feel like bleeding to death while waiting.
None of those experiences had prepared me for asking Lena on a date.
The problem wasn't the date itself. I was actually looking forward to it.
The problem was that Dominic had somehow managed to infect my brain.
Every time I thought I had a solid plan, I immediately remembered his whiteboard.
OPERATION: DON'T f**k THIS UP.
Then I remembered Owen calling every suggestion terrible.
Then I remembered Ella writing SAFE and SNACKS on the board while the rest of us stared at her like she'd descended from the heavens carrying wisdom. Well, n
