Josiah
Regret is not merely a feeling. It becomes an invocation. It made me move. I stood, collected a thin notebook, and went to the war room. The staff there worked like clockwork; officers moved in precise arcs, their faces trained to hide surprise and wear. I closed the door and for a long moment I allowed myself to look like a man who had been had.
“Find me the timeline,” I said to my gamma, Kaya, since I couldn't trust my beta now.
He mistook the half-order for the whole.
“Sir?”
“I want everything we have on Mia. From birth to now. Old reports, witness logs, Harvest attendance, any complaints, anything referring to her mother’s death. I want every ledger that mentions the Grayson line. Also, I want a record of anyone who has ever hurt her and in what way,” my voice was even.
