Silas raised his tactical sidearm and aimed it straight at Diego’s chest. Diego arched an eyebrow in response and my blood boiled within.
"Put your weapon down, Silas," I ordered. "Unless you want thirty Bloodmoon snipers to turn you into a sieve before your shell hits the water."
Silas’s hands trembled against the grip of his pistol. Then his face turned pale as he realized the tactical reality:
My presence beside Diego had given Bloodmoon a legal defense and every single coordinate of Silver Crest’s supply routes.
"Ophelia, you're standing with a monster!" Silas yelled as two of his own commanders grabbed his shoulders, trying to force his arm down. "He’s using you. Come down here before he gets you killed!"
"Por el amor a la diosa de la luna." Diego shut his eyes tight, pinching th
