Cahya sighed as she collapsed into the couch. Just the thought of having a couch made her skin itch. Or maybe that was the exhaustion. Six assassinations in as many days had worn her down, just like her friends Lamar, Sheridan and Pesti. What she wanted wasn’t going to happen, but at least she had her friends at her back. If something more did happen between them, well, Cahya sure wouldn’t say no.