There was a long silence. And then, finally, she simply said, “I am your commanding officer.” He almost questioned his sanity, questioned whether he heard her correctly. “You’re—what?” A laugh skittered through his thoughts, jeering at the dread that clenched his heart. “Targis is dead. I saw him.” She looked up at him with bright eyes. Reflections of flames glittered in their dampness—the only sign of emotion. “With him gone, I am your commanding officer. And I command you to utilize the full extent of your abilities.” Her words split him in two, a pain so sharp that it felt as if someone had
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