Evelyn watches as Victor takes those three steps out onto the field, her breath coming fast as she stands precariously – so precariously – on the edge of the watch tower’s platform.
Her eyes go to him instantly, as everyone else’s does. He’s standing alone in the field, ahead of his entire army, looking up at the watch tower.
She’d know it was him, though, even if he hadn’t been standing alone. Even in the messy scramble of the Betas just a few moments before, she had watched him the entire time, kept her eyes on him, savoring each move of his powerful form as he greeted the runner and then worked to reorganize his team.
She had recognized the voice that had commanded the scramble as well –
Thank god for her son, who had caused the distraction that had bought Victor just moments of t
