Last Mission

‘What am I supposed to find out?’ Harriet wanted to press for more information, but suddenly, Dylan leaned in closer. Their proximity dwindled to a mere sliver, and though Dylan might have looked charming and seductive, there was a seriousness in his eyes that had an almost hypnotic effect. Harriet’s eyes widened, her heart pounding in her chest. She instinctively took a step back, but her nerves got the better of her, and she stumbled. Cursing herself internally for her lack of composure, she, a seasoned soldier who’d faced countless battles, found herself faltering before Dylan, who had ventured too close for comfort. In that moment, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, providing support as she regained her balance. Harriet was surprised by the strength of the arm and instinctively grasped it. But before she could say anything, the arm retreated. Harriet’s cheeks tinted with a faint blush, embarrassed by her overreaction to the brief physical contact. In truth, she’d encountered ma