Maya's POVThe overhead spotlights came on, blinding me for a split second.Along the upper observation gallery, twelve armed guards stepped up behind Caleb, lining the railings.They aimed silver rifles straight down through the iron grates of our kill box."Drop your weapons," Caleb commanded over the gallery speaker, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "All of you. Now."My squad leader looked at me, his finger hovering over his trigger. "Alpha?""Drop them," I said through gritted teeth, unholstering my sidearm and letting it clatter against the floor.Resistance here was suicide. Those silver rifles would shred my men before we could raise a barrel.My team followed my command, laying their rifles and blades in the center of the cage.Caleb rested his forearms on the metal gallery railing, staring down at me with his single dark eye. "Predictable to the very end, Maya. You always let your maternal instincts override basic military strategy. Did you really believe your silent re
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