Fiore could only stare, her heart pounding in her ears. Mercy? Her mind screamed at the absurdity of the word. How could he call mass slaughter a form of mercy? She knew most of the Neander Moon pack weren’t innocent. But there were innocent people among them.
Her voice finally broke through her shock, shaking but determined. “Everyone will die. Even those who have nothing to do with this war.”
Lance didn’t flinch, didn’t blink. “That’s how war works, Fiore. Efficiency over order.”
Fiore felt the tears of frustration burn behind her eyes. How could they be so heartless?
“Shall we move on to the entire North next?” Lance mused, his tone darkly playful. “They’ve always been a thorn in our side—”
Before she realized what she was doing, her hand flew across the table, striking him across
