A Price on Peace

Vesper's POV

Ewan’s grease-stained hand stayed wrapped around mine, his thumb resting against my knuckles. His dark eyes searched my face. Leo hovered over his shoulder, waiting for an explanation about the glowing silver bird with red eyes reflecting off the dark screen.

"It's a language learning app," I said. My voice held a smooth, practiced ease. "For German."

Leo frowned, kicking the metal