"Ladies and gentlemen," I began, addressing the packed hall of reporters and diplomats, "I am Blair Prescott, and I am here because an organization called Phoenix Legacy is holding my son's life hostage for political cooperation."
The room erupted in controlled chaos. This wasn't the statement they'd expected. Phoenix Legacy had anticipated I would announce support for their "democratic transition" measures and acknowledge their government appointments as legitimate.
Instead, I had just accused them of biological terrorism in front of the international media.
"Three hours ago, Phoenix Legacy representative Dr. Natasha Volkov contacted me with a simple trade." I stroked Eddie's burning forehead as he looked up at me with half-open eyes, as if he understood these were our last moments tog
