Chapter 190: Backed Away
Celine
“What happened after I left, don’t you know?” she asked him. “Storm Brook mocked me. They littered all over my name and made me into a laughing stock. And I hate being left like that. Anyone should hate being left like that,” she said softly, perhaps a bit softer than she intended.
“Stop,” Celine said to herself. She sounded too emotional. It sounded like a personal vendetta.
“We don’t do personal vendettas,” Ryan said with a gentle shake of his head as he took off the goggles he was using for work. “You need to sort this one out.” He pointed at her. “I don’t think this is a good place for you to talk to me,” he said, looking around and noticing the movement around him.
“What does that have to do with anything?” she asked.
“So someone could hear you and report back home.”
Celine huffed and stormed out of the tent. “No one understands me,” she said out loud. She pulled on a mask and walked through the fog until she stood not far from Frederick’s army. The tired-looking m
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