My blood runs cold. "Harvest it?"
"They believe the genesis energy is the ultimate renewable resource," Lin explains, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead. "They want to synthesize it. They want to weaponize it. And they have traced the epicenter of the energy pulses directly to the Blackthorn Academy. They know it’s coming from your son."
Before I can respond, the heavy oak doors of the war room slide open.
Morgan steps in, holding a datapad. Her face is pale, her silver-streaked hair escaping its bun. "Luna," Morgan says, her voice tight. "We have a visitor. Lord Alistair Sterling, CEO of the Prometheus Consortium. He’s on the tarmac. He’s requesting a diplomatic dinner."
I look at Kade. Through the mate bond, I feel his sharp, sudden spike of tactical alarm.
He’s not here to di
