"Wait, what did you just say?" Sage asked in perplexed disbelief.
"I said I'm worried that the Immortals killed her troops," Jake replied coldly. "I'm going to see if we can salvage this situation. Now sit at that table and don't do a goddamn thing until I get back—nothing. Veronica has everything handled."
"Salvage!?" She snapped in exasperation, "That woman just triggered an attack. If you don't fight the enemy, I'll take matters into—"
"Shut the fuck up and do what I say!" He ordered chillingly, his eyes lethal and unremitting, "You think you're right, but you're not. No one agrees with you—not Veronica, not Crux, nor General Michaels. You're alone."
Sage's eyes widened when she heard the lineup of people against her. It had just occurred to her that Veronica had been playing into it the whole time without question, and General Michaels was nowhere to be seen. "Why is Crux against my viewpoint?"
