Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
T he briefing was fast-paced and it took some time for Batya to get her bearings. It was hard enough keeping track of the names she’d just learnt. Still, she made notes on the tablet she’d been given.
If they were going out to take on a rebel faction tomorrow, she was not going to be the reason things didn’t go well.
Her orientation ‘manager’, Khyron, was currently talking about the infiltration plans. Even with everything going on, Batya kept sneaking glances at Castille. He was giving Khyron his full attention, which gave her the opportunity to openly appraise him.
His black, curly hair hung in tight rings to his shoulders. Muscles bulged beneath his loose shirt and veins ran along the parts of his dark skin she could see.
How strong was he?
“I trust our recruits are keeping up to speed.”
Batya joined in the “Yes sir” chorus. Just because she was admiring her boss, it didn’t mean she wasn’t listening. Once she reviewed her notes, she’d be more than ready for the upcoming mission. Seemingly satisfied, Khyron dismissed them.
As she gathered her things to leave, she met Castille’s gaze. This time his eyes held a fire she recognized. She’d seen it in her own. He was excited for battle.