Page 68 of Calypso's Shield

Bones. A Royal Bastard, but more than that. A ghost from Rebel’s past.

Rebel’s lips part slightly, and I see it, the storm brewing behind her carefully composed mask.

I glance at French, who watches the scene with a knowing smirk, then back at Rebel. “You sure you’re not in trouble?”

Rebel exhales sharply, tossing out her cigarette. “If I am, it wouldn’t be the first time.”

She flicks her cigarette to the pavement, crushing it beneath her boot. "Some ghosts don’t stay buried, Lyp. But you already knew that."

With that, she stands, straightens her cut, and walks straight toward the past she swore she buried. I watch her go, shaking my head with a small smile. Rebel has always played by her own rules, but this is going to be a game even she’s not ready for.

And I can’t fucking wait to see how it plays out.