Flames of Defiance

Dante

The night was quiet. Too quiet.

I sat in Cassian's office, sipping whiskey, the embers smouldering low in the corner.

We had concluded another meeting, another cycle of logistics for arm deliveries and allocation of territory.

But my mind kept drifting back.

To her.

Vittoria.

Her fire, her defiance, the way she kissed like she wished to set fire to a war.

And maybe, just maybe, I desired to