Chapter 374: From the Grey’s
With that, she turned and walked away, leaving Pierce standing alone in the corridor, his face pale and his hands trembling.
She worked briskly to her office, not remorse at all for the words that left her lips.
She sat down and glanced around her office. She’d only been in here today and for the first time she was thankful to be back here.
Cassandra’s office was a study in organized efficiency—tactical manuals arranged by subject, mission reports filed with a sort of obsessive compulsive rhythm.
A single photo of her graduating class from the academy years ago was on the table. She settled into her chair fully, her injured arm throbbing as she reviewed the day’s events.
The mission had been successful by any reasonable metric, but the questions it raised were troubling. The Purge’s capabilities, Kruel’s industrial organization, the implications of SSS-rank soldiers—all of it pointed toward a war that was evolving faster than anyone had anticipated.
A knock at her door interrupted her thoughts. "Enter," she called.
A young corporal stepped inside, his expression nervous. "Commander, I have a confidential message for delivery to Lucas Grey. Orders were to deliver it to his unit commander."
He handed her a sealed envelope, and Cassandra’s blood ran cold as she saw the insignia pressed into the wax seal—a lightning bolt surrounded by storm clouds.
The Grey family crest.
She dismissed the corporal and stared at the envelope for a long moment. The Grey family was one of the oldest and most powerful military dynasties in human history. They were also completely insane.
"What do those maniacs want with him?" she muttered, sliding the envelope into her desk drawer. Whatever it was, it could wait until Lucas was ready to handle it.