Nevara
“We might as well do it somewhere more comfortable than a hallway.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“Are you suggesting we abandon the command center during a crisis?”
“Not abandon,” he corrected calmly.
“Temporarily relocate.”
A laugh escaped me before I could stop it.
“You’re unbelievable.”
“Maybe.”
His hand slid into mine.
“But I’m also right.”
I squeezed his fingers lightly.
“Five minutes.”
His eyebrow lifted.
“That’s all you get.”
He grinned faintly.
“Five minutes is a start.”
The walk to our room should have felt strange.
The palace halls were still alive with quiet urgency—guards moving between wings, aides whispering updates to one another, the distant murmur of radios somewhere farther down the corridors.
Normally we would have been in the middle of it.
Instead, Th
