Training the new recruits was bloody infuriating. By the time lunch rolled around, Ghost was annoyed, hungry, and more than a little over the day. He was shoveling down his food when he heard a glass shatter.

Ghost’s eyes shot up and he saw Wren gaping down at the glass. She glanced around the mess hall frantically for only a moment before dropping to her knees and quickly scooping up the glass with her shaking fingers, her face pale.

Bloody hell.