DANTE

I didn't sleep.

I lay beside her in the dark with her breathing slow and even against my side and I ran the numbers I knew I shouldn't run. Fifteen conditioned Lunar Alphas, weeks away. A pregnancy the specialists hadn't yet assessed. Lyanna thirty meters down the corridor, an asset or a trap or something in between that we hadn't finished determining. The Allied Council compromised in at least three places. Silas with his timeline accelerating and his full picture of our plans courtesy ...