Escaping was not easy. A desperate flight across the rooftops of Bucharest in the middle of the night took every scrap of training Alani ever had back in MI5 just to make it clear. And even then, it wasn’t without blowback.
She brushes one hand across her shirt and winces as it comes back with blood on her fingertips.
“He was toying with us. Like we’re just- toys to him.”
(The glassy look in Renaud’s eyes will haunt her to her dying day.)
Her mouth tastes sour. She staggers, winds up leaning against a light post for support. The night has been a long one. Life is no longer as clear-cut and simple as it was a month ago.
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Date: 16 Jul 2020 15:49 (UTC)She brushes one hand across her shirt and winces as it comes back with blood on her fingertips.
“He was toying with us. Like we’re just- toys to him.”
(The glassy look in Renaud’s eyes will haunt her to her dying day.)
Her mouth tastes sour. She staggers, winds up leaning against a light post for support. The night has been a long one. Life is no longer as clear-cut and simple as it was a month ago.