"Fox, are you crying over a PDF right now?"
"I'm not crying. The air in my room is extremely dry, and I have very sensitive tear ducts, which is a documented medical condition." She sniffed again and kept going right over me. "Also, she cc'd me on it. She typed my academy email in from memory, Monroe. I never gave Blair Davenport my email address, ever, and she knew it anyway."
I laughed, and it came out a lot softer than I planned.
"She's been reading the group chat over Misato's shoulder," I said.
"Obviously she has, and I'll be billing her for the subscription." Belle's voice firmed back up into its usual shape, sharp edges and all. "I'm making a new tab for this right now, and you will not ask me what I'm calling it. Go to sleep, and don't you dare text her something stupid."
She hung up before I could promise anything, which was smart of her, because I was absolutely about to text Blair something stupid.
The phone buzzed in my palm before I got the chance.
