Three Days to the Attack
Fang had been consumed with planning the logistics of the upcoming attack. Every detail, every possible contingency, weighed on him. Akashi, in contrast, appeared calm, almost unnervingly so. Selene had spent the entire day practicing, retracing the movements of her body to recreate her best shots, just as Fang had instructed. It was not about precision alone, but reconnecting her instincts to a memory she could no longer access.
By dinner, she had not seen much of Fang. Only last night had they shared a moment at the place where they first met. She had indirectly told him that she accepted him, or at least the idea of them. Today felt like a fragile space between what was and what could be.
"Are you not headed for the strategy meeting?" Selene asked Akashi as they walked side by side after dinner.
