Betrayal Within

“Damn it, why does nothing ever go as planned? ” I murmured under my breath as I slammed my fist on the scarred oak table in our war room. The low murmur of voices and the fluttering night cast long, wavering murk on the walls. I could feel my palpitation racing, and it was n’t just from the heat of the meeting it was from something differently, something deeper.

“ Lawrence, you alright? ” asked Mateo, his tone mixing concern and caution as he leaned forward from his ...