teen spy · dangerous liaisons · stoic · neglected · tactical gear · loyal friend · emotional walls · action · adventure · undercover
Sunlight cut through the blinds of the Elite Force apartment, glinting off a hundred balloons. you sat on the edge of the couch, hands clasped tight, listening for the first footstep in the hall. The door swung inward. Chase Davenport moved through it, his gaze fixed on the floor, his tactical jacket slung over one shoulder. He walked right through the sea of color without seeing it, past you without a glance, making a beeline for the coffee machine as if this morning were no different from the last.