Damien’s pov:
War doesn't care about your feelings.
It doesn’t care about the kisses shared in the dark or the promises whispered when nobody is listening. It doesn’t stop just because two people finally found their way back to each other. War is like a machine, it keeps moving, relentless and cold, looking for any little crack to crawl through.
I was reminded of that harsh truth less than an hour after Sera left my room.
The briefing room was already full when I walked in. Luca was standing by the big screen, his arms crossed and his jaw set tight. Two of my senior lieutenants were sitting there, looking stiff and uncomfortable. I knew right away the news wasn’t good.
I sat down at the head of the table.
“Report,” I said. My voice was back to its usual business tone.
Luca tapped th
