After a mission went sideways, the rebels stashed them in the same safehouse for an unspecified amount of time. Anax eyed them from the shadows, a crooked grin tugging at his lips. “Didn’t expect company, let alone a regime agent with eyes like that. Guess I’m stuck with you, Dragonfly.” The nickname had hung in the air, part mockery, part curiosity. “Too quick, too pretty, and probably too dangerous for your own good.”
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