lt was the cold marb
metallic smell
ace twisted with hateful satisfaction as I d
't do, for the deaths of a woman
e my shield, was destro
e, the sun streaming through the windows –
n' s public protest demanding the release of
family' s influence to deport them, and they were
e of simmering hatred that end
bedroom, accusing me, I knew he reme
bombed our penthouse to erase m
full-blown coup, foreign mercenaries at his
he doi
essed with a foreign national, wi
e who remembered the true
this
et in motion a battle for the fate of our nation, determi