Nessa narrowed her eyes at Landon and then reached her foot out to kick him. He turned to her with surprise.
“Did you just kick me?” he asked.
Nessa stood up; Clara looked at her with concern.
“I’m getting a juice. Landon’s going to help me,” Nessa said.
“I could help you,” Clara offered, starting to get up.
“No,” Nessa said quickly. She reached down and grabbed Landon’s arm pulling him to his feet. “Landon’s going to help me this time.”
Clara sat back down with a look of confusion, but she nodded and turned back to the table.
“Come on,” Nessa said, pulling Landon from the table.
Landon went without hesitation, even as she pulled him out of the mess hall completely. Once they cleared the doors, Nessa stopped and turned to face him. She crossed her arms over her chest with a severe expression.
“No,” she said firmly. “Stop it.”
Landon furrowed his brows.
“Stop looking at Luna Fiona like that!”
