Chapter 33 Mark
Betrayal was a sour taste in my mouth as I watched our plan unfold from the shadows. When the kidnapper had dropped the professor on the floor and her hood fell back to reveal her identity, the cannonball that landed in my stomach made it a challenge not to abruptly lose my lunch.
How could I have missed it?
Now that the connection was staring me in the face, it was impossible to deny. The kidnapper had the same brilliant blue eyes as Robin and Scáthach. Eyes that I had idly thought were wasted on such an invisible woman. I recovered from my shock long enough to put in my earplugs before Robin began singing.
As much as I loved her voice, I couldn’t take chances. The normal amount of desire I had when I was around her was distracting enough; I didn’t think I’d be able to
