Marked by fate
His bright blue eyes gleam mischievously as he grins, the corners of his mouth twitching before he winks—at me.
“Elias Carter, Private,” he says, and that grin doesn’t fade.
I can’t tell if they’re introducing themselves for the Captain’s benefit or mine. Either way, Zanthe huffs quietly in the back of my mind, and I fight the urge to roll my eyes.
“Kellan Hayes, Private.”
Kellan looks like the template they must use for half the Elites—dark hair cut short, dark brown eyes, clean-shaven. There’s nothing particularly remarkable about him.
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