His Queen of Chaos
The truer thing, the thing I'd carry, was that I'd had forty men and I'd wanted every one of them between Zariah and a bullet, and I had not, in my eleven hours of being the thing in the mirror, spent one of them thinking hard enough about the cost.
"On me," I said. "Cut it."
Naomi cut it.
The world went black, and I went through the dark I'd built.
It went the way I'd designed it, in the first forty seconds, power gone, blind side breached, my men through the wall Vance had sworn to Crowe was safe. I moved with a clarity that bordered on peace, gun up, weapon-light off because the dark was mine and their panic was doing my work, Darius on my left, Little J on my right where I'd put him. Cro