Ryder POV

Week 24

Luna, who arrived recently from Nightshade, delivers the intelligence in the command room at seven in the morning, and I know it's bad before she finishes the first sentence because she came in person rather than over comms, which she only does when the information is too sensitive to risk being intercepted.

"Council loyalists," she says, tablet face-down on the table, voice measured. "Not the dissolved Council—the ones who didn't accept the Accord. I have four confirmed ...