Page 181 of Chaos has a Name
If she knew the truth, would she think the same thing? Or would she run?
On top of what she considered attractive, he was definitely an anomaly. Caspian was a lover of the arts, a practitioner of meditation, and a sensitive soul.
That got you hurt.
A lot.
“I’ve seen plenty as a Marine. I don’t know if it was anything that would expand my knowledge. I’m a combat Marine. I’ve seen people die, people live, and lives destroyed.”
Gently, she smiled at him. That told her all she had to know about him. The man had seen some shit, and likely didn’t want to talk about it.
Gotcha.
It was time to change the subject. Honestly, she liked talking to him, and their time on the trail.
Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out some gum.
“Want a stick?” she asked, holding it out to him.
The whole time, he was hella confused. It was like he fell into a parallel dimension. Normally, he chased women and got turned down.
Now, she was making this easy.
Uriel was struggling to read this particular room.
Was she flirting?
With him?
“Thank you,” he said, taking a stick and putting the paper in his pocket. “I’m sure you’ve seen some things too,” Uriel admitted. “Traveling.”
She shrugged.
“Not really,” she admitted. “My mom bailed on me and my father. She couldn’t bear being on this reservation. So I stuck around until I left for college. I had a father to take care of, and to this day, he’s a handful. He’s stubborn, difficult, and set in his ways.”
He let her talk.
It was just easier for him.
“He’s on the council, as you know, and he’s all about the rez and the people on it. I think he made me come back here because he was afraid I’d forget my roots and stray a little too far. So, he got me this job—which is not bad if you don’t mind drunken Natives, vomit, and stolen property reports.”
Oh, he knew where this was heading.
That sounded a lot like what Callen and Ethan said about their grandfather wanting them to only marry someone of their ethnicity.
That to him sounded like a no-fly zone if he ever heard one. He might not talk a lot, but he did have a decent brain in his head.
Because he wasn’t sure what to say back, Uriel stayed silent as she talked.
“How long have you worked with or for the Blackhawks?” she asked, switching it up again and digging deeper.
He thought about it.
“Nine, almost ten years. I’ve been with them since Ethan was the head of the FBI. The Director of the FBI, or any alphabet agency leader, is a high-value target to the enemy. Then, when he stopped being that role, I was hired right over from being an Archangel to another one atArchangel Security.”
She was curious.
“Who owns that?” she asked.
