My hands slice through the dank, musty air to gesture at my guys. “I have the best protection in the country. Unmatched. Eyes-never-shutting stress is nothing new—nothing I haven’t stared down the barrel of and fired at myself. And that expectant life, the weighty interruption, will someday be the knitting of KORT’s heirs apparent.” I swing my gaze to Wells as I add, “Two of them. I’m not afraid to be a woman at that table. I won’t shrink from all it means. Will you, Johnny?”
