[Mm. You're not wrong, sugar. She's been… around. But let's be real—you don't know what strings she's pulling. You don't know who's listening on the other end.]
"I don't care. Just send it. Qingran is my best frien, she'll definitely come to look for me if she knows I'm still alive..."
[Fine, fine. You're the boss.]
A shimmer rippled through her head, like static buzzing behind her eyes. Gwa's voice softened, uncharacteristically serious. [I'll take care of it. You won't see it though, confidential channel but she's definitely going to receive it..]
"What do you mean, confidential? I want to know exactly what you're saying."
[Nope. You'll just have to trust me. And don't pout. It's unbecoming.]
Anya's chest tightened. "Gwa. What kind of message did you send?"
[The kind that gets noticed.]
The words chilled her.
Her hands curled into the blanket. She wanted to push, to demand, to rip the answer out but systems didn't work like that.
