“Keep your fucking hands to yourself.”
vulnerable
“No can do,” Tseng replied smoothly in his own Wutaian dialect, knowing that while it may have been different from Yuffi’s, it would have been understood. His fingers clenched tighter around her wrists, twisting ever so slightly in a way he knew would’ve caused a small amount of pain.
Technically against procedure, but there were always ways around it. “Tell me which pocket the flash drive is in and this will all be a lot quicker.”












