The silence on the line is absolute. Lin stares at me, his mouth slightly open. He knows I’m not bluffing. He knows I’ve already done it once.
"I... I will convene an emergency session of the Security Council," Lin stammers, his diplomatic composure entirely shattered. "I will present your evidence. But Luna... if you are wrong about this... the political fallout will be catastrophic."
"I'm not wrong," I say. "Find Vance, Secretary-General. Or I will."
I cut the connection. The holographic display flickers and dies.
I look at Kade. Through the mate bond, I feel his profound, overwhelming pride.
You drove a hard bargain, Luna, he projects, his mental voice laced with fierce admiration.
I drove a necessary bargain, I reply, leaning into his touch. We’re not just surviving anymore, Kade
