Sal was waiting for him in the hall, frowning slightly. The sight of her hazel eyes and beautiful dark brown locks, her pale skin and long lashes, was like an elixir to Tristan. He fell against her and dug his face into her hair.
After a few seconds she pulled him away, focusing her bright eyes on him. "It wasn't your fault," she said firmly. "This was planned. All that traitorous shit we heard was obviously plotted. She was sent in to find out about Percy."
"I know." He heaved a sigh as he ran a hand through her ponytail, feeling the silkiness of each strand with his fingertips. "Do you think they know that we've got him? Or how we tricked him into helping us?"
She shook her head. "No, they were too desperate getting the basics confirmed. I'll bet that they will go looking for that next, though. We have to be on our guard."
"Let's move base." He ran a thumb along her jawline and watched as her mind plotted the safest and best places to hide out and plan.
"How about Tokyo? The government's got us a temporary base there with a small stock of things; not somewhere they would expect us to go."
Tristan kissed her gently and pulled away. "Sounds perfect. Let's break it to the team."