Mara
“If you say so, Martha,” Olivia said, her voice firm but raw with emotion. “Then I’m in. Any man who does what Alaric Moongrove did doesn’t deserve to breathe free air, let alone win. I saw the broadcast. I saw everything. Count me in—with all hundred and twenty women in my club.”
That hit me like a bolt. One hundred and twenty trained fighters. Now I understood why Martha had pushed so hard to win Olivia over. She wasn’t just a leader—she was the army.
“That's amazing,” I said, grinning with relief. “Thank you, Olivia. We’ll be gathering at the second military base near headquarters. I’ll send the details as soon as we finalize the time—and I’ll assign ranks to everyone, just to make it fun.”
Olivia beamed. “I like that. A little recognition goes a long way.”
She and Martha slip
