POV: Ferdinand King

We reached the service entrance to find it blocked by a dozen Alliance guards.

"Going somewhere?" My father's voice came from behind the security line. "I have to admit, the rescue attempt was bold. Stupid, but bold."

"Let them go," I said. "You wanted me. Here I am. Release Miranda and Prospero."

"Why would I do that when I can have all three of you? My wayward son, the reality manipulator, and the exile who's been a thorn in Alliance politics for twenty years." He ...