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Ivy, Zenos’s Personal Quarters, Astra Legion, Rogue 5
The lights were set to five percent, only a soft glow lit the bedroom, or sleeping room, as Zenos called it. Considering all we’d been through, the fact that I’d stunned him so he wouldn’t come after me, we didn’t say much after we returned from Cerberus Legion, or when we stripped our soiled body armor and showered, or when we slid beneath the cool sheets of his bed.
I’d thought he would yell at me, spank my ass as he’d often threatened to do. I deserved it, all of it. Perhaps I was emotionally vulnerable because I’d thought he was dead, that nothing really mattered except that he was breathing and whole.
Maybe he was quiet because he wanted to stun my ass for what I’d done.
Either way, we stayed quiet.
Cerberus was dead. He’d
