A heavy silence. “Serena,” Jonas finally said, grim. “Target’s ship, the USS Leviathan, is docked at Fort Severn. They’re hosting a reception tonight for Rear Admiral Curtis Blake.

And we just intercepted chatter. Blake and Vale aren’t only celebrating a promotion. They’re initiating a massive data transfer.”

“They’re selling our intelligence,” I said, the pieces snapping together. “And they need my father’s key to bypass the final firewall.”

“The sub dives at midnight for a two-month stealth patrol,” Jonas said. “Once they submerge, they’re off the grid. They can transmit the data by encrypted burst to a foreign sub under the ice, and we’ll never trace it.”

I looked at the shattered mirror, my reflection broken into a dozen angry pieces. My mother had sold me out to save herself. My date was a treasonous thief.

And the legacy of the only man I ever truly respected was about to be turned into a weapon.