The Scars I Walked Through Fire For
“Are you absolutely certain you want me to leave, Arthur?” I asked, my voice carrying a quiet, terrifying resonance.
A muscle feathered in his tight jaw.
His eyes narrowed.
“You were never any good at making threats, Evelyn. Security will escort you out.”
That was the exact moment Admiral Thomas Reed stepped out from the front row of the crowd.
The atmospheric pressure in the ballroom shifted instantly.