Chapter 122 The War Council

• Riley's POV
• The Graham Foundation conference room feels like a command center at dawn. Marcus sits across from two other faces I recognize but have never been formally introduced to Brett's inner circle, the people he trusts with life-and-death decisions.
• My coffee has gone cold in my hands, but I don't dare reach for a fresh cup. Not when every eye in the room is studying me like I'm either their greatest asset or their most dangerous liability.