Cimbre excerpt

Half-turning, Cimbre glanced over his shoulder to gaze steadily at Brynne. She bit her lower lip before muttering, “What will you do now?”
“For now, I’ll deal with Cyrille and the other agents.”
Brynne flinched, arguing, “But you can’t handle all of them alone!”
The corners of his lips curled skyward with a ghostly movement. “”Can’t I?” Brynne frowned.
“I’m serious, Cimbre.”
“Am I not?” The raven-haired boy narrowed his eyes though the smile remained.