It was the longest night of her life. Liam was inside that hospital room hating her and the General was in another room, dying. And Max? She was outside, helpless. Guarding a door that might as well have been the wall between her and her entire future. Inside, Liam was silently praying for his father to wake up. It must've been close to dawn when Garrett Harrington finally opened his eyes, and Liam immediately leaned over him. "Dad? Dad!" The old man managed a faint smile. Of course it would be his favorite son sitting there at his side, watching over him. "I'm okay, son," he whispered hoarsely. "What happened?" "You were shot. Three times." "And you? Are you alright?" Garrett's eyes flew open in alarm. "Yeah, Dad… I'm okay. There were a lot of injuries. I even heard the doctors say your general friend is in a coma… but I'm fine. I guess, in the end, you did pick me a good bodyguard, huh?" The surprise flashed in Garrett's eyes—then quickly turned to something else. S
"No." The word came out of her mouth full of sincerity—but unfortunately, in that moment, it didn't matter. Max knew it in the pit of her heart. Liam had every right to be hurt, but she'd really hoped that he'd at least try to understand. Try to talk to her. "Not everything I did as your wife was a lie," she said softly, clenching her fists. "Saving your life when you were in danger was part of the job. But the rest wasn't. None of it was. I could've just stayed close and kept watch. I didn't have to help with the port, or the donations, or your training... I did all of that because I wanted to. Because I felt something. Because I care about you!" Liam opened his mouth, then closed it again. He looked stunned, like he couldn't believe what she'd just said. "You care about me? Is that some kind of fucking joke?" he said, voice rising. "And you think I can trust that? You lied to me, literally from day one! You lied about who you were, why you married me, why you stayed close t
She tried to wash the blood off in the shower while holding back the tears with everything she had—but it was no use. In the end, it was impossible. She swallowed a couple of pills for the pain in her back and slipped on what looked like a regular shirt—but was actually a graphene weave capable of stopping bullets. She came out feeling steadier. Liam watched in silence as she geared up, loading herself with weapons until she was armed to the teeth, covering it all under a long black trench coat. They climbed into one of the armored trucks they'd arrived in. Weston and Thorne sat in the front. Liam and Max rode in the back. He didn't even look at her. His eyes were locked on the window, lost, distant. Max bit down on the inside of her cheek. She had no idea how to begin the worst conversation of their lives. Once they reached the hospital, Liam gave his father's name and they were led to a waiting room. Garrett Harrington was in surgery. Of the three bullets, two had passed clea
Max was painfully aware that the closest thing she had to legal protection in this world was General Morrison. If anything happened to him, she was going straight to prison—and now that she knew Alcott was trying to have her killed, prison was probably his safest bet at making that happen. She could already hear the distant wail of police sirens as she entered the building. Her heart was tight, twisted into a knot by the way Liam had looked at her—but she couldn't afford to let emotions cloud her mind. Her life literally depended on keeping her head cool. She took down two armed men on her way back into the main hall. One of the general's guards was down, and two more were injured—they were fighting more for their lives now than for the general's, who was lying unconscious on the floor. Max didn't hesitate. She joined the firefight, hoping her presence would be enough to tip the balance until backup arrived. She gave a signal the soldiers immediately recognized, and within seco
The general frowned, looking puzzled. "What are you talking about, Lieutenant?" "Murray's son. The reason this is all happening to the Harringtons... the guy was a soldier!" Max told him urgently. "I think this whole event has been orchestrated to hurt Liam—maybe you and Garrett too, all in one place." "Well, that's not going to be so easy, because I'd never show up without my security deta—" He didn't finish the sentence. At that exact moment, an explosion rocked the main entrance. A pair of bodies flew into the grand hall, carried by a wave of shattered drywall, paint, and sand as the front doors were blown to pieces. Max didn't hesitate. While the crowd instinctively ducked for cover, she launched herself toward Liam and tackled him to the ground, making him fall flat on his back. The first shot whizzed right past them, and Max grabbed Liam by the shoulders. "Come on, come on—move! Let's go!" They crawled frantically toward the nearest wall—Max with clear purpose
The trip back was relatively quiet. Both of them were exhausted, so they spent most of the time sleeping. But as soon as they landed in Novaria, Max shook off every last bit of that laziness—and the first thing she did was start digging for information. "This could be an ambush!" she said the next day, slamming a stack of documents down in front of Garrett Harrington. They'd gone to the office, and while Liam was working, she took the opportunity to speak with his father. "Don't be ridiculous. It's just a damn award." "This NGO was founded less than a year ago. It's not trustworthy. Maybe the award is just a ploy to lure you and Liam in..." Max tried to reason with him. "They already told me that," Garrett grunted. "They're small, yeah—but the whole point of the award is to attract important people who could turn into donors." "Well, something about it feels off to me. And I've learned to trust my gut. I don't want Liam going to that event—I don't think it's safe." "What yo