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They wear their titles on their sleeves. Commander. Assassin.
She regards him with hooded eyes as another query falls from her lips.
Thane does not mind. He enjoys the dance; this rare opportunity to catch a glimpse of the woman who offers mercy in one hand and death in the other.
As the commander takes her leave, he asks the question that has been haunting his mind since their first conversation. “What is your name?”
She screeches to a halt, hand hovering above the bright green panel.
An uncomfortable silence stretches between them.
He twists in his chair, an apology lingering on the tip of his tongue.
She looks over her shoulder, dark pools locking with his. And to the assassin’s surprise, the commander does not avert her gaze.
“Aoife,” she says softly. “My name is Aoife.”
He offers her a warm smile. “It is nice to meet you, Aoife.”