My irritation with Justin aside, I couldn’t help but realise what was going on here. What me and the other Heirs had so blatantly neglected while licking our wounds and wallowing in our grief over our lost brother. The war was still raging. And Geraldine and the A.S.S. hadn’t wasted a single moment despite facing their own losses and pain. They were gathering intelligence, rallying for the next strike. It was…humiliating. My whole fucking life I’d been trained to take charge, taught how to lead, and prepared for any eventuality. And yet when our people had needed us most, needed leadership and
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