DAMIEN
“She’s what?”
I asked the old man for clarification, refusing to believe the words that had just spilled so casually from his scarred lips.
I stood in the center of his office, glaring at the greying man sitting calmly behind the massive mahogany desk. Dr. Miyuki, whose presence was wholly unnecessary for a security briefing, stood at his flank, shifting uncomfortably as her eyes darted between me and the Leader.
The Leader heaved a sigh, leaning back in his leather chair. He brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, feigning frustration.
Frustration. He had no right to that emotion.
I was the one who was frustrated. It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours since I’d left on yet another wild goose chase of a mission he’d forced on me, yet within that short span, everythi
