"What the hell do you mean?" Lanni did not let go of Xiehan's arm. No matter what Flynn had to say, it couldn't possibly be anything good.
The man looked at their linked arms in disdain, his eyes calling her out for acting like a weakling. He ignored her hostile gaze and focused on things that actually mattered. "I'm talking about you being an undercover journalist. Don't you miss it?"
Before she could say that she didn't, he added, "Did you really not enjoy working for Galaxis in taking down Xing Han?"
She shook her head without a thought. She had been forced, okay? How could he ask if she enjoyed doing something she had been blackmailed into doing? Did he think she was a masochist?
"Not even in the slightest?" He pressed.
Xiehan was displeased by Flynn's insistent questioning but he didn't want to force his own will on her so he let her answer on his own.
She thought about it and didn't seem to get an answer.
