The Elsewhere Affair 24

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Of course it wasn't... The Russian didn't loosen his grip on his hand and Napoleon frowned. His friend looked exhausted, his hair matted with sweat despite of an insidious breeze which chilled them to the bones. “Which chilled me”, he corrected, as he noticed Illya's open shirt.

No.

A swirl of memories occurred to him, as superimposed images of his partner climbing up the stairs, in the library, on the footbridge, in the temple... Beige jumpsuit, leather jacket, black turtleneck, black jacket...

“We can't stay there, Napoleon!” Illya insisted. “Napoleon!, please!”

“No. Now tell me, what is it about?”

“Look...”