Silver Elite

by Dani Francis

Someone this pretty shouldn’t be a soldier.

“My name is Cross.” I hide my surprise. I didn’t expect a proper introduction. I raise my brow. “What kind of name is Cross? Is that your surname?” He lifts an answering brow. “Funny that someone named after a bird feels like she’s in any position to critique mine. Why Wren and not Sparrow? Or Dove?” I narrow my eyes.

“You can call me captain or sir. No preference.” “What about Asshole? Can I call you that?”

I wonder if he stole the speech from Captain Cross. Asshole is taken, so I’ll have to call this one Prick.