The gunshot cracks through the storm.
For a moment, I can’t breathe.
Security lunges forward. Marcus tackles Margaret from the side, knocking her arm upward. The bullet slams into the steel communications tower instead of Adrian. The sound echoes across the rooftop like thunder.
Chaos erupts.
“Gun down!” someone shouts.
Margaret struggles, but three guards pin her arms behind her back. The weapon clatters across the wet concrete.
My pulse is still racing.
Adrian moves immediately—toward me. His hands grip my shoulders, scanning my face, my arms, my body like he’s searching for blood.
“Are you hurt?”
“I’m fine,” I whisper.
But my mind is spinning. Because Margaret’s words are still echoing in my head.
The person funding both sides of the war… was me.
Marcus drags Margaret uprigh
