Octavia was a whole new beast these days. It seemed like every time he saw her the war took a little more of the woman, until there wasn’t much woman left. Like the Greek Gods had summoned Ares, and she’d appeared instead. She was the last person in the camp that he wanted to be on the wrong side of. Not that he’d every been on the right side of her to begin with.

“So I’m guessing you didn’t ask after me for my good looks and charm.”