RHEA
I didn't plan to speak.
I was planning to be down at the back of the room, silent.
Observe. Leave. But the way Darius was discussing our relationship, like it was a casual thing that biology forgave the previous five years of silence and betrayal, blew any calm to bits.
The question that had been building in my chest since he mentioned Alpha Right.
What's different now?
All of them held their breath.
Darius locked eyes with me from across the crowded room. He made a choice. I saw him make it — the same kind of choice he had failed to make five years previously.
“What makes it different,” he said, slowly. “Is that I know what I lost. Five years ago, I thought I could table; a year in, I believed that if we won back the White House I’d be able to compartmentalize. I assumed duty
