Still, part of Selis knew she was toying with fire. Playing games with high-ranking officers wasn't a risk; it was a career-ending, possibly life-ending gamble.
But so was doing nothing. So was waiting to be blamed for another tragedy she hadn't caused.
She couldn't just survive anymore.
She had to play.
And if that meant wearing a smile instead of armor—so be it.
Now all she had to do was figure out how to actually flirt with a man like Lucian without getting arrested or murdered.
That . . . might take more planning.
"Now to find a high-ranking officer in this shithole . . ." Selis muttered, her eyes scanning the empty outpost yard.
It was bleak, even by her already low expectations.
All she saw was a grumpy-looking commanding officer barking half-hearted orders at a trainee who seemed more interested in chasing pigeons.
