Chapter 23 Follow Orders

SASHA POV "Great shot!" Drake congratulates me as I accidentally land another bullseye. Dammit. It s a miracle he doesn t seem to suspect a thing yet. "That s all our arrows. I ll go collect them—" "No, you don t have to—" I protest. He seems to enjoy the idea of taking care of me, which I hate; I don t know how to deal with it. "I insist. You got them last time. I ll be right back." The smile he flashes me before he heads down our lane would make a lesser woman go weak in the knees. As he reaches our target, my wrist buzzes, and I check my fake fitness tracker. Message from the boss. He wants to talk to us, STAT. I told him we re in the field but idk how long his patience will hold.—Rika I grind my teeth together in frustration. What the fuck is Anselm s problem? Normally he lets us check in with him, rather than interrupting us in the field. What makes this mission so important to him? I ll ask Rika to try to find out for me,