Blood and Betrayal
Silas, the Board, the revolution—it all vanished, replaced by the terrifyingly small world of a sick child.
Toby arrived ten minutes later, his boots muddy from a perimeter sweep. He didn't say a word. He just walked over to me, sat on the floor, and wrapped his arms around both of us. He was the Soldier, the man who had faced down armies, but I could feel him trembling.
"There has to be a way," Toby said, his voice low and dangerous. "Marco, you’ve lived with this for sixty years. You’re telling me there’s no way to stabilize her?"