Mills's POV
My chest feels like someone just drove a knife through it.
Derek's stepping forward, and I know what he's about to do. I can see it in his eyes, in the way his shoulders set like he's carrying the weight of the world. This isn't what I signed up for when I joined the Council. Not even close.
"Don't be a f*****g hero," I whisper, but he can't hear me. Or maybe he can and just doesn't care.
The silver-haired woman watches Derek approach like a cat watching a mouse walk into a trap. Her dead eyes don't even blink.
"You're making the right choice," she tells him.
"Am I?" Derek asks. "Because it sure as hell doesn't feel right."
"Feelings are irrelevant. Only the outcome matters."
Jesus Christ. What did they do to these people?
I became a federal agent because I wanted to p
