Jun 24, 2025
closed — @reidhalstead
The zipper caught halfway up her back. Anika swore under her breath, yanked once, and it stuck harder. Of course Lara would loan her a gown designed like a trap. She twisted, trying to reach it again, but her shoulder screamed in protest. "Fuck—" Maybe it would’ve been better if she stayed home. Saved herself the fucking headache of firing off at a room full of those fuckers, and blowing herself up in the process. "Everyone’s expecting me to play nice tonight,” she said, when she caught sight of Reid stepping out of the bathroom, with his sleeves rolled up and collar open. He looked too calm, which somehow made her more irritated.
