The Strength of the Few (Hierarchy, #2)

by James Islington

For the first time since the Iudicium, I see him smile. And before I can turn, before I can process it, the familiar voice emerges from the murmurs behind. Wry, and quiet, and utterly perplexed. “Hail, Vis.”

Oh shit. Man what the FUCK was up with military you fucked up bitches