Forty
Miranda stalked across the parade ground, surveying the Ward as they lined up for inspection. Whatever her bidding, they would carry it out.
She returned to the front and faced the gates. Time to move out.
‘Captain Wilson. Wait.’
Her head swung around, eyes narrowed. Hannah and two other half-breeds raced across the parade ground to stand in front of her.
‘I ordered all half-breeds confined to quarters. What are you doing out here?’ Her eyes roved over the trio and the axes in their hands. ‘You are not coming with us. I don’t need half-breeds to fight my battles.’
‘No… you don’t understand.’ Hannah struggled to catch her breath. ‘We’ve come from the tunnels.’
‘You’ve been underground? What the freaking hell were you doing?’
‘Trying to save your life, and the rest of the War
