A few hours ago-
Brandon pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Charlotte was sitting on the edge of the bed, already wearing her boots, and as she looked up at him, a soft, warm smile curved on her lips... gentle in a way she only ever showed him.
He walked toward her "Are you leaving again, Char?"
She nodded her head with a sigh "Yeah… duty calls. The towers are appearing too often now. We need high-ranked personnel on rotation to keep the aberrants under control."
"Mhm." He sat beside her, and his shoulder brushed faintly against her while his gaze lingered on the cloak folded neatly in her hands.
Charlotte stood up, and before he could say anything more, she reached up and gently ruffled his hair.
Then she took up her cloak and draped it over her shoulders.
"I talked with Big Sister about you," she said, fastening the clasp at her collar.
Brandon looked up "Oh?"
"For now, keep a low profile. Don't reveal that you've reached S-rank."
