The next day, Amelia heard the sound of a motorcycle parking in front of Olivia’s house promptly at two o’clock in the afternoon. She glanced at herself in the mirror once more, noticing she was a bit paler than usual, the scar on her left arm looking better but still red enough to contrast with her skin, and the anxiety clearly reflected in her green eyes. She didn’t want to train with Daniel, but she also didn’t want to give him any reason to prevent her from rescuing the soldier. Deep down, she knew the training could be useful if something went wrong during the mission. But none of that made her eager to spend an entire afternoon with Daniel, training while remembering that any slip-up could reveal her true identity to him.
Amelia sighed, adjusting her hair that was already perfectly
