OWNED BY THE DEVIL
I said.
“No,” Dominic replied. “That’s staging.”
“For what?”
He expanded the map.
Every prior strike zone lit up again, but this time not with attacks.
With symbols.
Split circles.
Convergence marks.
My pulse slowed instead of rising, the way it does right before impact.
“They’re declaring phase shift,” I said.
“Yes.”
“From pressure to capture.”
“Yes.”
“For me.”
“Yes.”
I looked at him, steady, certain, alive in the firelight of crisis.
“Good,” I said quietly.