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He smirked, looking over at her. "You crave release from your ordinary life, don't you?"
She laughed slightly. "You hate to see it."
"Right. Okay. Let's go to a bar."
"I don't want to mess with your plans," she replied. "But I think it might be the best thing."
“We need to find that person. What was the name that Collin gave us?”
“I’m not going to die,” she said, raising one eyebrow. “But I probably have a better chance of leading people away than you do, if what you say is...
There was no one there, but there was a locked box to drop off keys and a clipboard to sign out of the room.
“Abel, you literally just met me,” she replied flatly. “You don’t know me well enough to be this attached.”
He followed her, his brows furrowed weakly.
She laughed out loud, raising an eyebrow. “Do I look like the kind of person who would sacrifice myself for anything?”
He cleaned his face off before standing up and turning to her. “Okay. Let’s go.”
She waved him off matter-of-factly. “No, but I got caught up in it anyway. And you are more important to the mission than I am.”
He nodded, going over to the sink and splashing water on his face. “Give me just a second.”
“I’m more expendable than you are,” she reminded him. “You know what you’re doing. I don’t.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You heard him, Fleur. I only have 24 hours to get what I need out of here.”
She tilted her head, frowning at him. “You’ll distract them? That seems... unsafe.”
“Ah, yes. What sage advice,” he replied. “I’ll keep that in mind next time.”
“I mean, don’t mess things up just because I want to be involved,” she hastened. “But if you can think of something for me to do...”
He squinted at her, crossing his arms. "Rude."
She looked over at him, studying him. "I'd like to help," she said quietly. "If I can."
