Into the Crossfire

Maeve's heart fluttered, as if a feather were gently brushing against it—soft, ticklish, and impossible to ignore. Maeve thought, 'He knows just when to tug at my heartstrings. I like this feeling.'

With their pact made, the assessment commenced without delay.

Numerous armed soldiers suddenly took up their designated positions. With their machine guns and other heavy weaponry set up, they trained