Chapter 39 You Like Winning, Don't You?

• By the time night fell, the camp was alive with the smell of smoke and the crackle of burning logs. Someone had dragged benches and stumps into a circle, and the Sterling staff clustered around with mugs of beer and paper cups of wine.
• Seraphina sat wedged between Clara and Leon, laughing as Leon dramatically complained about losing his voice from shouting instructions during laser tag.
• “You didn’t have instructions” Clara shot back, rolling her eyes. “You were just screaming at people to duck while waving your blaster like an idiot.”