Hindi agad gumalaw si Vincent matapos itulak ni Kleo ang brass marker.
Nasa gitna pa rin ng malaking map table ang maliit na piraso ng metal, bahagyang nakatabingi sa dating tuwid na linya ng routes, guards, at decoys na ilang oras niyang pinilit panatilihing perpekto.
Parang wala lang.
Pero para sa lalaking tulad niya, halos kabastusan iyon.
Kleo knew that.
Of course she did.
Kaya lalo siyang hindi umatras.
“Ano?” sabi niya, isang kilay ang taas. “May namatay ba sa sobrang pagtabingi?”
Vincent looked at the marker once.
Then at her.
Then back at the marker.
“No.”
“Good.”
“That was unnecessary.”
“That was the point.”
He almost said something sharper.
She saw it in the way his jaw moved.
Then he didn’t.
Interesting.
Very.
Kleo folded both arms and leaned one hip lightly
