CHAPTER HUNDRED & THREE

Lei waited outside the boardroom, watching the siblings settle in. Both arms locked behind her back, she stood guard, her spine straight as an arrow, eyes forward— just the way that they had taught her at the academy.

Even through the glass doors, the John siblings dislike for each other was palpable. So corporeal, you could touch it. Hell, dislike seemed like an inadequate way to describe what they felt for each other.

Sean was unbridled, roiling hate.

Tate sat in his chair, curled up like a cottonmouth snake. She had learnt to fear the man—when he struck, he struck hard and fast.

Hamish was as cold as ever, a portrait of their father the chairman.

When they assigned her to Kayla, Lei was young, barely into her adolescence. The chairman arrived one day and she could still remember it: his slowly graying hair, the sunglasses. He stared down at her for seconds that bled into minutes and made her uncomfortable.

"This one," he had said to their commander and that was that. Her fate h
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