Evelin's POV
My body freezes. That voice—Allen, my little shadow from the barracks.
While others call me "Captain" in formal settings, Allen's always used my first name, even in private.
I lift my gaze to meet his clean, refined features.
The boyish qualities I remember have sharpened over the years.
That youthful intensity has mellowed into something more controlled.
After the mall explosion, I'd called Allen.
He mobilized his contacts and cleared out the shoppers.
That call marked our first conversation in years.
I figured it'd be ages before we crossed paths again. Never expected it to happen like this, so suddenly.
"What brings you here with Selina?" I ask, caught off guard.
"Ask him," Selina grimaces. "Yesterday, when he heard what went down and couldn't reach your phone, he lost his mind hunting me down."
If I hadn't finally answered and emerged from the hospital, Allen would've stormed the military district and dragged the entire army to bust me out.
