With a smile far too sweet to be genuine, she tilted her head, looking straight at me like I was the star of the show.
"Why don't you try, Cadet Rin Evans?" she asked, her voice sweet enough to raise every red flag in existence.
That kind of tone didn't offer a choice—it came wrapped in ribbons, with a big neon sign that said: TRAP.
I froze.
Me? She wanted me to answer?
For a moment, I genuinely considered playing deaf. Maybe fake a cough.
Hell, if I could spontaneously combust, that would've been ideal.
But that smile on her face... it wasn't a smile.
It was a warning.
One of those "If you dodge this, I'll make you regret being born" kind of smiles. A glint flickered in her eyes, too—dangerous, sharp, and curious.
She was testing me.
I had no choice. Not answering wasn't just risky—it was practically suicidal.
