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grazie, she said absently to his compliment, though it brought a smirk to her face regardless. he kept talking, though, and fiamma looked over to him with a feigned bland expression.

what's it to you, signore? she asked, brows raised. i serve verapaz; i'll continue to do so when we return.

it was too bad her heat had passed already. though she'd sought out—and been denied by—their fearless leader, this man would have been a suitable second choice. 

well, as long as he could keep his fat mouth shut while they did the deed.

and you? fiamma shot back. any plans?