I sank into a chair, my legs finally giving out. The adrenaline crash hit me like a physical blow.

The truck was stopped. The kids at the base hospital were safe.

But the war wasn’t over.

Grayson turned his slow, devastating attention to Cassandra Crane.

“Owen was dangerously incompetent,” he said quietly. “But you, Cassandra — you were malicious.”

She bristled, trying to summon her corporate armor. “I was doing my job, Grayson. Protecting the company from liability. She’s a known whistleblower—”