THIRTY
The volume of noise in the room rose considerably after Murphy’s suggestion to make Jackson acting-general, and from the sound of it, most of the colonels were not happy at the idea of a mere captain being put in charge. Not that Jackson was thrilled about the idea either. It was hard enough running a Ward. To be placed in charge of all wardens, deciding who fought and where, putting lives at risk—it was a daunting task.
‘I wish you’d run that by me first,’ he said to Murphy, sure the warden’s enhanced hearing would pick it up despite the din.
Murphy snorted. ‘You’d have said no. Besides, who else is there to lead us? You’re the only warden with the guts to stand up for what’s right, even if it costs you dearly.’
‘You’re standing here too.’
Murphy gave a sad smile. ‘Too little,
