#baltasar-olveda

You’ll regret it otherwise

Unlike you, I was born here. This is my country. I know I may blend in better in the country of my father, but France is the only country I have ever known. As for you, it makes me wonder if your supposed loyalty isn’t as certain as you would have your friends believe.

Antoine raised a brow as the Spanish boy pinned him against the wall. His mouth was a riot of copper where he had been struck and he spat some of the blood to the side carelessly. “I’m not here to betray you, boy. Unlike your own intentions. I hope Fernand hasn’t gotten too attached to you. I take a dim view of people betraying my allies.”

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She gripped his shirt and pulled him closer, their lips crashing together. Her mind was running with a million things that could possibly go wrong if she continued, but that didn’t stop her from curling her hands in his hair and dragging them further away from the lingering eyes.

She scowled at him, ignoring how her heart seemed to pound against her chest. Was he trying to make fun of her? Was this some kind of dare from Fernand? Or worse, was he serious? Her scowl turned into a smirk. If this was some kind of game or bet, there was no way she was going to lose. Sybille had trained her better than that. “Oh really?” she stepped forward, falling into the confidence she save only for situations like this. “And what exactly do you intend to do about that?”

The pleasure was wholly mine.

If you think I wanted to go through two weeks of hell, you are sorely mistaken. As for now... I’m doing what I have to. You wouldn’t understand.