Morgan blinks, surprised. "A proposal? To the human UN?"
"Yes," I say, stepping back toward the crib, my mind already racing, calculating the political fallout. "If they think it's a weapon, we don't tell them it's magic. We tell them it's a new, highly classified, renewable energy source. We offer them a partnership. We control the narrative by giving them exactly what they want, but on our terms."
Kade looks at me, his eyes flashing with pride. That’s my Luna, he projects.
I shoot him a mental glare, though there is no real heat behind it. Don't start with the titles again.
He smiles, a small, private expression. Never.
The next six hours are a blur of secure video calls, encrypted data transfers, and intense strategic planning. Helena is a force of nature, seamlessly navigating the
