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Textbook crisis command.”
The whispers began rippling through the crowd. Elena’s smile faltered. My mother’s glass shook in her hand.
“You’re an admiral?” she whispered.
“I always was something,” I said quietly. “You just never asked what.”
Then my phone buzzed. I pulled it out, and the message made my blood run cold.
Effective immediately. Admiral Wells continue reading …
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