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CHAPTER 22 - FIRST MISSION
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Defrosting Her Cold Heart 23 - LUNCH, RUMOURS & UNWANTED ATTENTION
Lunch hour at M Base was usually chaos — clattering trays, people arguing over protein portions, But today? All the noise blurred into background static because the moment Casey walked in, every head turned. Word of his mission success had already spread like wildfire. Clean execution. Zero hesitation. Perfect teamwork. He wasn’t just “the new guy who looks suspiciously pretty” anymore. He was the one who carried half the mission with no supervision, no stumbles, no drama. Respect had shifted in the air. Casey ignored all of them. Andrew was already waving dramatically from their usual table like a man trying to flag down a helicopter. “Caseeeeey!” he practically yelled, scooting over to make space. “Come sit before these hungry wolves swallow me alive.” Casey dropped her tray, slid into her seat with a sigh, and before she could even breathe, Andrew was already vibrating with excitement. “First of all,” he announced loudly, “YOUR. MISSION. WAS. FLAWLESS.” Casey blinked.
Defrosting Her Cold Heart CHAPTER 22 - FIRST MISSION
Six months had passed since Lucas had vanished like a shadow at dawn, and the base had settled into its usual rhythm. But for Casey, those months had been anything but usual. They had been a crucible, each day chiseling her into something sharper, faster, and more precise.She moved through the training halls now like a force of nature—confident, measured, and controlled. The memory of Lucas’s kiss, the heat of that moment, had not faded entirely, but it no longer made her falter. If anything, it fueled her—reminding her that control was hers, that no one could corner her again, and certainly not him.The day had come. Her first mission. The briefing had been short and clipped: “Observation. Extraction. Clean execution. No mistakes.” Those were the words she had lived by for months now. Her nerves hummed, but they were tempered by preparation, by months of sweat and pain and repetition. She knew her craft. She had honed it until hesitation had no place in her mind.Jason had been the
Defrosting Her Cold Heart CHAPTER 21
Morning cracked over the base with its usual cold, metallic brightness — the kind that sliced through the windows and stabbed at anyone still nursing a hangover from the welcoming party. Voices were low, groans were plenty, and some trainees looked like they’d crawled back from the dead. But the real shock of the morning wasn’t the hangovers. It was the silence. A sharp, heavy, unnatural silence. The absence of him. By the time the sun climbed fully, the rumor had already sparked and spread like electricity through the hallways. Boss was gone. No warning. No footsteps echoing in the corridor. No suffocating aura pressing over the walls. Nothing. Some whispered he’d returned to the Blackwood estate for “family duty.” Others claimed it was a covert assignment. Most simply shrugged — nobody questioned the movements of a man whose moods could kill. But for one person… the news landed differently. Casey stood frozen in the training hall, boots planted, hands still wrapped. Th
Defrosting Her Cold Heart CHAPTER TWENTY
His jaw clenched, his shoulders rigid. The rim of the glass dug against his lip as he swallowed another burn of alcohol. But no matter how deep the liquor bit down his throat, it couldn’t cauterize the memory.His anger.His trembling defiance.His mouth was reckless enough to bite him, yet soft enough to haunt him.It was already too late.He had sunk into him, beneath skin and bone. And Lucas Blackwood knew with terrifying clarity he was attracted to the boy.The thought burned like acid. He tipped the glass back harder, the whiskey burning down his throat until it felt like fire. But it didn’t wash him away. Didn’t erase the phantom feel of his lips against his, the sting of his bite, the way his wide eyes had shone like liquid flame in the dim bathroom light.He hated it. He hated him.No—he hated himself moreIt was like poison, crawling through his veins as he sat among his men at the welcoming party. All around him, the base pulsed with noise, recruits laughing too loudly, vete
Defrosting Her Cold Heart CHAPTER NINETEEN
The silence inside the bathroom stretched until it felt alive.Casey’s heartbeat pounded in her ears, each thud louder than the last. Lucas stood too close, his eyes dragging over her like shadows she couldn’t escape. He wasn’t speaking. He wasn’t moving away. He was just… staring.At her lips.And then he acted.One sharp step forward, one hand braced against the tiled wall beside her head, and Lucas’s mouth crushed against hers.It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t hesitant. It was raw, rough, and dominating, as if he wanted to punish those reckless lips that haunted him in his sleep. The impact stole her breath, her body stiffening against him.Her mind screamed wrong. She wasn’t even who he thought she was. She was supposed to be a boy. And yet The heat of him seeped into her. The faint taste of whiskey burned against her tongue, and the hard line of his jaw grazed her skin.Her hands pressed against his chest instinctively, not pushing yet, just bracing. Her pulse spiraled out of control
Defrosting Her Cold Heart CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The base had a rhythm of its own, a routine of drills, bruises, and sleepless nights. But once a year, the rhythm broke. The Welcoming Party wasn’t just tradition; it was ritual. It always carried a dangerous kind of excitement.It wasn’t just about greeting the new recruits. It was the one night of the year when the strict rules of the base loosened, when alcohol flowed freely, games were played, and laughter could actually echo through the steel halls, the night when the iron discipline of the instructors loosened, when even the walls of the underground compound seemed to sigh with relief. A time to get loose before the year of blood and exhaustion officially began.This year, the air was even thicker. Because the devil himself had announced it.Lucas.But no one had expected him to show up.So when he strode into the party hall, broad shoulders cloaked in black, eyes cold as ever, conversations froze mid-sentence. The music dulled, and all eyes turned toward him.For a long, breat
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