The Genius Delta
I arched an eyebrow at Jonathan, who was running his hand over his face in frustration.
“I am sorry you even had to read that….” He sighed.
“Your friends are gossip queens.” I rolled my eyes. “Dove, reply to the group text,” I commanded, but the bird didn’t react.
“Um, it only answers my voice commands,” Jonathan explained.
“Well, that’s at least one layer of security.” I shrugged.