The Betrayal at West Point

my constant companion, a heavy blanket of d

Caleb Blakely, my squad leader, was a rem

a woman masquerading as my injured brother, desperately clin

y, nowhere to hide my true identity from fifty other men. Caleb had me cornered,

hattering before my eyes. My heart hammered against my ribs

uldn't let him win. I couldn't let him break me. My voice, surprisingly

al endurance course, the "Recondo," wageri

my secret, or I' d publicly expose

to reclaim control and prove that e