I nod slowly, my physical voice steady. "And Councilor Vance?"
"He’s in the maximum-security holding cells beneath the Academy," Kade growls, his physical voice a deep, gravelly rasp. "He hasn't spoken since the interrogation. He just stares at the wall."
"Good," I reply. "Let him stare. He has a lot to think about."
I look at the holographic map of the globe. The hundreds of tiny, red dots that had represented Vanguard’s black-sites are gone. The map is entirely green. The human war is truly over.
But as I look at the map, a faint, lingering unease settles in my chest. The political war is over. The biological war is won. But the foundation has shifted.
"Luna," Morgan says, her voice dropping a fraction, letting the cold, hard steel of her tactical experience bleed into her tone. "Th
