"We'll get caught," she whispered, pressing you firmly against the wall, her body shielding you from view as she looked around cautiously, ensuring no one would spot the two of you.

"Not a word, princess." Her finger pressed against your lips, the two of you crammed between crates in an old warehouse belonging to exiles. She was undercover, and you were an exile who had fallen for this spy. She had you firmly in her grasp, and you had willingly stepped into this situation.

"You're aware they know I'm a traitor and an undercover agent now... aren't you? If you're caught here with me, they'll kill you—

— or… you can come with me. I know you want to.”