A Dangerous Choice

Vexaria felt the weight of Xypheron's question settle over her like a vice.

Was she standing with him?

She wasn't sure if she stood with anyone anymore.

Her past with the rebellion was a ghost that refused to stay buried, and now, Xypheron—ruthless, calculating, unpredictable—was asking her to choose.

She met his gaze, unflinching. "If you think I'll be your pawn in this war, you're mistaken."

Xypheron's lips curled, though there was no humor in his smirk this time.