....................He lazily watched her as she strapped one of his guns to her thigh, pouring himself a generous amount of guliane.

....................“Have you fixed the trigger on the 2-50?” she asked him, her gloved hand coming up to her face to angrily brush a wild strand of hair from her eye.

....................He looked away, toying with his glass. She usually kept her silky hair down, the dark mane framing the delicate curves of her face and contrasting painfully with her pale skin. He noticed she preferred to tie it up in a tight ponytail on missions, possibly to keep it out of the way.

....................He didn’t like it.

....................It reminded him of what an uptight bitch she was.

....................A very alluring uptight bitch.

....................Keidron snorted, slowly drumming his fingers against the side of his glass. He was still a little ticked off that she’d decided to take that filthy dog with her instead of him. Honestly, how could she dictate him to simple guarding tasks?

....................Snotty wench.

....................He heard her as she approached him, her leather boots clicking softly on the stone floor. The wooden table creaked slightly as she sat on the edge.

....................“No,” he answered impassively as he looked up at her.

....................Acacia narrowed her eyes at him, angrily flicking her hair behind her shoulder.

....................“When will it be fixed?” she asked in a bossy tone.

....................He shrugged, making a vague gesture with his left hand. She growled loudly, grabbing the glass from his grip and gulping down its content. He grinned as he heard the glass shatter against the wall.

....................“Now Raven, there’s no need to get all prissy,” he mused, twirling a strand of her long black hair with his fingers. She slapped them away and quickly stood up, her hand going instinctively on her hip.

....................“I need it for today,” she growled.

....................“I know.”

....................She sat on the vacant chair opposite of him, primly crossing her long legs and closing her eyes as she pinched the bridge of her nose, a gesture he noticed she did a lot when she was exasperated. He took the chance to study her, taking in her flushed cheeks and knotted brows. The left one was twitching slightly. He grinned. Seeing her so flustered was addicting. His gaze slowly trailed from her clenched jaw to her subtly heaving chest, then back upwards to her lips, which were set in a tight, grim line.

....................“It will be fixed for today,” said Acacia in a cold voice as she reopened her eyes. It was more of a statement than a question.

....................“Of course bird.”

....................In a swift movement, he reached behind him, grabbing something from his holster and placing it in the middle of the table. She stared at it for a moment before snatching it and glaring at him with her green eyes. He flashed her an amused grin.

....................Her gun, trigger perfectly intact.