“Well, there’s Titan’s picture, along with Mr. Abacus, Mitte, Valkyrja and a couple others. Now we can definitely put this silly thing behind us.”
Rebecca threw the newspaper down on the table with that declaration and gave Ethan a pointed look. “Your face is a mess,” she muttered. He still had bruises from his scuffle with S14 but it was nothing serious.
Reaching across the plain oak boards, Ethan looked at the article himself. He’d been disheartened ever since their defeat. Entering the competition had been his idea after all. Even if she had gotten in instead of him, she knew he had seen himself as her sidekick and had been enjoying the prospect. He was frowning as he read. “Some of the candidates forfeited...”
“So? Who cares?” She turned her head towards the door before Ethan could answer. The mailman was approaching the apartment. He had a heavy tread on the stairs with his thick boots, commissioned especially by hi