Chapter 22 "The General's Daughter"
- POV: Bea Sharpe
- The sound of Bea's fists hitting the heavy bag echoed through the training facility at 0500 hours, just like it had every morning for the past eight years. Each punch was precise, controlled, deadly—the product of a lifetime spent learning that strength was the only currency that mattered in the Sharpe family legacy.
- Jab, cross, hook. Breathe. Again.