HALI’S POV

My lips were stretched with a smirk when I turned around, watching Zarya ramp towards Trace. She was learning, not just learning, applying what she got from me. She was now a brave woman with a clear vision. I would not be bored tonight.

I was startled when Zarya located her body in front of him, standing there, showing her curves to them, making them stop kissing and flirting.

“Hi, Trace Hendrix.” She waved her hand like a flirt poor little thing.

I stepped one and then stopped. I should trust what her plan was. She would not harm herself, she knew what she was doing, even though...