‘What-the-hell. It’s not like I was actually fooling anyone.’ Dark hair tumbled around his face and shoulders, the breeze sweeping it all over t... one side, a few strands coming over half his face. He looked like the male models of the cover of magazines. She was pretty sure he’d graced quite a few. Afterwards, he’d bought them both blue slushies, and they’d shared a bag of popcorn as they watched the little children squeal in delight on a plane ride that took them around in a circle. Abigail’s. "Thank you for your time, Professor. We'll show ourselves out."She literally dragged me out of his office, hustled me out of the building, onto the sidewalk and shoved me down onto the first bench we came to."What the hell was that all about?" she demanded.My hands were clenching and unclenching like clockwork. I stared down at them, watching the veins and tendons swell and flex."Well?"I looked up into her face, my eyes felt gritty and sore. The emotional mirror I'd been holding up. Okay? Will that work for now?”“Thank you, Alexa. This really excites me.”“I have a question for you and is the reason I wanted you up here with me and away from the others. I have noticed that you get startled by the other team members. Are you afraid of the a****ls?”“After I am with them for a while, no. But then I glimpse one next to me and, yes, I am startled and my reaction is fear. But, we were taught to be afraid. That we could be hurt by them. Aren’t you afraid, Alexa? They are so big. ." she ventured."Cynthia!" hissed Harry, scandalized."You both report to me," the lanky Six Nations warrior glowered at her. "The only part of my own troops that I fuck with is their minds. Got it?"Cynthia and Joni gave a pair of forlorn replies. "Yes, Sir." Now, if the two of you manage to pass, and I say 'IF', then you both have slots waiting for you at the Royal Military College in Kingston, also arranged by General Chennault."Both gave smiles at that. Even Harry was pleased – not only did.