Jeremy shot Everly a look, one part exasperation and three parts pure, unadulterated 'I-should-have-known-better.' He let out a sigh that seemed to deflate his entire posture.
"Wow. Just wow. With Vincent, you were all 'Let's go! Mission accepted! Potential new recruit!' Ready to charge in and conduct an 'interview' with the enthusiasm of a puppy chasing a ball. But with Veronica? Suddenly it's all about the tea. You're not interested in recruiting her, you're interested in the drama. You're totally playing favorites."
He shook his head slowly, a gesture of pure, unadulterated resignation.
Of course, she was. It was Everly, after all. Even if Veronica's chances with Cassian were statistically less than zero—a black hole of impossibility next to Everly's supernova of chaos—Everly still saw her as competition. It was a territorial thing. A pride thing. A very, very Everly thing.
