Nino’s POV.
“So this is… bad…” I start.
Fiona shoots me an exasperated look. “Yes Nino, this is bad. Very bad, it’s probably a trap.”
I sling an arm over her shoulder in an attempt to get her to relax, but really, it’s more for me. I need the contact right now, otherwise I’d combust and feel into a heap of pure panic.
“Nino,” she groans, I quickly wrench my arm off her, she rolls her shoulders back and shoots me an apologetic smile, but it’d very tired, I’m surprised she even got her lips to quirk up.
I reach into the bond and I feel it, fatigue, crushing fatigue. I’m surprised she’s even standing.
“Well, probable trap or not, we have to respond,” Kane’s voice breaks us out of our little reverie. We’re all standing around Savio’s desk while he sits there reading and rereading the inv
