Marybeth
I didn't have time to think about Eli. Which was probably a blessing. Because if I'd allowed myself to dwell on what I'd done, I might have spent the entire day alternating between panic and relief. Instead, chaos intervened.
As it always seemed to. Three days after I told Eli the truth, I found myself buried beneath reports, patrol schedules, and casualty assessments from the latest border incidents. The attacks weren't slowing down. If anything, they were becoming more precise.
More organized. More confident. Every successful strike felt like another reminder that somewhere, someone was feeding information directly to Lucian. And despite everything Rowan and I had uncovered, we still couldn't prove who.
A sharp knock sounded against my office door. Before I could answer,
