CITADEL
“If they want to play games, fine. But we choose the rules.”
Tunde had nodded, trying not to stare too long at the way her brow creased when she thought hard, or the softness in her voice when she said his name like it still meant something. Now, standing just outside, hand still pressed to his aching ribs, he wondered what exactly he was fighting for anymore; the Citadel ticket, the credits, the cure for his mum… or something else he hadn’t had the guts to name.
Something, someone, who kept choosing him, even after everything.
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