She could say no. Except, who else would do it? She wasn’t sure any of the men were up to it; they were too used to following Raid or Diego.
It was on her. “Is every inmate locked down?” she asked Kipling, clipping the walkie to her belt and turning to march toward the building.
“Yes, mam,” he said, falling into step beside her.
She paused to glance back at the weary Lev. “Are you with me, Lev?”
He snapped to attention, taking his focus away from the shot man, who was being attended to by the medics. Forgetting the person he’d been guarding, Lev hurried over to her other side. “Yes, Lady.”
Lady. Though she didn’t stop moving, the title startled her. The female version of Laird. They assumed she was Raid’s consort. As she led her team of men through the corridors of the compound and up
