Vivienne had initially viewed the day as a path to glory, but it had spiraled into a tactical catastrophe. Although Arthur de Molay had promised a reward, she knew she was now under his microscope. Her future in the upper echelons of the Milice was compromised before it had truly begun.
After all, she had been outplayed by a pawn like Jiang Ping, and she had nearly dragged Julian Vance into the fire with her. Judging by Arthur’s cold dismissal, Vivienne’s days of comfort were over.
Once the door clicked shut behind her, Arthur let out a sharp, derisive snort. "That traitorous little bird... Julian, you can handle the field assignments yourself from now on. I think our 'Artist' belongs on the front lines. Send her out."
Julian remained perfectly composed, but internally, he was reeling.
