We stood in one of the empty war rooms.
The windows were shuttered, the table still stained from years of strategy, blood, and bad decisions. I leaned against it, arms crossed, waiting for Kade to speak. He hadn't said a word on the walk here. That alone put me on edge.
He finally closed the door behind him.
"You didn't flinch."
I blinked. "Excuse me?"
"During the executions," he clarified. "You didn't flinch. You didn't hesitate."
"I wasn't supposed to."
He looked at me for a long moment, jaw clenched. "That's the problem."
I tilted my head, amused despite the tension thickening between us. "You didn't seem particularly hesitant either."
"I followed your order," he said. "Because I believe in you. Because I know what they did to Nine. But—"
"But what?" I cut in, voice low, warning. "Spit it out, Kade."
He hesitated.
Then: "You looked like him. On that platform. Just for a second."
The words landed harder than I expected. Not because they surprised me. But because they echoed something Nyx had been whispering, too.
That I was enjoying this a little too much.
That my hands didn't shake nearly enough.
"You think I'm becoming like the Supreme Leader," I said flatly.
Kade didn't deny it.
"I think power does things to people," he replied. "Especially when it's wrapped in grief. And anger. And vengeance. You've earned your fury, Rhea. Gods know you have. But I need to know there's still a line. That you still see it."
I stared down at the table.
The blood was drying in the cracks.
"Do you regret it?" I asked.
"No," he said instantly. "Not one death. But I regret that you didn't feel it. That you could do all that and still look this calm."
I gave a quiet, bitter laugh. "You want me to fall apart?"
"I want you to be you," he said, stepping forward. "The girl who kept a dying child alive in the ruins. The one who faced down gangs and bosses and monsters because she refused to be cruel. The one who fell in love with a broken omega and didn't flinch when he shattered in her hands."
My throat tightened.
"You think that girl's gone?" I asked, voice soft.
"I think she's buried under blood," Kade said gently. "And I want to make sure she finds her way out."
We stood in silence for a long moment.
Finally, I pushed off the table, walking past him, pausing just long enough to say—
"If I become like him, Kade… you have permission to stop me."
Then I left the room.
And didn't look back.