Chapter 23 Follow OrdersSASHA POV
"Great shot!" Drake congratulates me as I accidentally land another bullseye. Dammit. It s a miracle he doesn t seem to suspect a thing yet. "That s all our arrows. I ll go collect them—"
"No, you don t have to—" I protest. He seems to enjoy the idea of taking care of me, which I hate; I don t know how to deal with it.
"I insist. You got them last time. I ll be right back." The smile he flashes me before he heads down our lane would make a lesser woman go weak in the knees. As he reaches our target, my wrist buzzes, and I check my fake fitness tracker.
Message from the boss. He wants to talk to us, STAT. I told him we re in the field but idk how long his patience will hold.—Rika
I grind my teeth together in frustration. What the f**k is Anselm s probl
