Chapter Thirty-Two.
“Will they know who I am?” Safron eventually asked Leon after fifteen minutes of total silence whilst she processed the information the soldier had sprung on her.
“That is up to you. Honestly, I trust Dom, he is a good man, and better soldier. He has had his own s**t to deal with; he saved the girl who is akin to my sister’s life and worked with both me and my brother. He didn’t even have a folder full of post codes or should I say Zip codes, with girl’s numbers in for chatting up women when away. He is an old-fashioned southern gentleman,” Leon attempted to reassure Safron.
“Okay. If you think this is the best thing to do. But I cannot deny, this is a lot for me to process, and I am terrified. That said, I am choosing to trust you,” Safron sighed, her hands sligh
