Zaeryn held Leia's gaze from across the training floor. Her expression was a cold, satisfied smirk. She was practically vibrating with the need to crush him; he could tell she'd been thinking about it ever since he'd pulled that dirty trick yesterday. She had that look, the kind that said, 'I knew you'd crawl in here eventually.'
"Don't let her get to you," Jyn whispered. "She's just pissed you actually showed up."
"Oh, I'm counting on it," Zaeryn murmured back, his own smirk forming.
Just as he and Jyn were about to find a spot on the mats, Yuna and Morticia, who had finished their own warm-up drill, sauntered over.
"Well, look who decided to grace us with his presence," Morticia said, her eyes doing a slow, appreciative scan of Zaeryn in his uniform. "Why were all three of you late today? You, Genevieve, and Ingrid?"
