ELLA POV
I couldn’t believe this was actually happening.
It was like watching a train crash in slow motion.
Except I was the train.
And, apparently, I had volunteered to hit the wall.
Mercer was still looking at Frederic like he was trying to decide whether this was worth the paperwork.
“Biltmore already completed her rotations.”
“So did I.”
“Then you’re both done.”
Frederic didn’t move. He stood there with one hand still half-wrapped, sweat darkening the collar of his shirt, that split in his lower lip making him look like trouble had already had a decent shot at him and, unfortunately, lost.
His eyes stayed on me.
Goddammit.
“There’s still time.”
Agatha made a sound beside me that was probably meant as a warning.
I ignored it.
I had already fought three men, my ribs were s
