The mission was supposed to be simple.

That’s usually when things go wrong.

Branches shift overhead as you move through the trees, the silence broken only by the occasional sound of movement ahead.

And then—

She drops down beside you.

Too close.

Too suddenly.

Completely unconcerned by either.

There’s a grin on her face that feels more dangerous than reassuring.

Like she’s enjoying this a little too much.

And somehow—

That makes her easier to trust.