Chapter 88: Tell Them, Sav
“You’re General Reginald Blackwood?” I repeated like a halfwit, the words tumbling out of me like I’d forgotten how to function. I must’ve looked like an i***t—eyes wide, lips parted, gawking at him.
The man across from me inclined his head with the kind of firmness only a man who’d commanded thousands could muster. “I am,” he said smoothly. “So you do recognize me after all.”
I nodded, my throat working but no words following. I was too stunned, too petrified, too caught off guard by the sheer weight of his presence. It was like every story I’d ever heard about powerful men had materialized and was now standing in front of me.
When I finally managed to move, I gestured stiffly toward the living area. “Please… sit. Make yourself comfortable.”
His cane was
