Evelyn’s POV
I could feel Bradley’s gaze drilling into me, piercing through the facade I’d worked so hard to maintain. The battle had ended, but I could already see the aftermath unfolding in my mind. Bradley knew who I was, what I was, and there was no way he wouldn’t use that information. The moment he opened his mouth, I’d be branded as a rogue spy. They’d arrest me, lock me up, and throw away the key—if I was lucky. The military court would be next, where they’d judge me for crimes I didn’t commit, all because of where I came from. The life I’d built here, the freedom I cherished, would be gone, replaced by chains and bars, or worse, a death sentence.
No. I couldn’t let that happen. I wouldn’t.