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It was over, and they were in a new country.
Italy, if she remembered correctly.
Still, she was in the intelligence tent with orders to relax, to recuperate. All because she’d been stabbed in the bloody shoulder. Which, admittedly probably did require some level of avoiding excess work, but Callista was beginning to get terribly bored with staying around the tent, looking over information that Rosemary had collected. That wasn’t even her job.
She was a spy. She was supposed to do and not read. But Rosemary had asked it of her, and she obliged, because she admired Rosemary more than just about anyone else in the world.
Also, because then she didn’t have to think about the people who hadn’t made it to Italy with them.
Plus, Tristan was relegated to the tent as well, so it wasn’t all bad.
“Hey.” She called over to him. “Wanna come over and not work for a bit? I think we’re due for a break anyhow.” She winced, her shoulder still in pain even after it had been looked at.
