The universe seemed to hold its breath. The single, most shocking betrayal in a story already full of them was now laid bare. Carmella , the scrappy, loyal, and wisecracking pilot who had become one of them, the woman who had just shared a heartbreaking, beautiful goodbye with the ghost of the man she loved, was Jaxon's secret agent.
She was "The Editor," his final, hidden trump card.
The Matriarchs stood frozen, a collective sense of disbelief and a deep, soul-crushing heartbreak washing over them. They had been played, not just by their charming, roguish friend, but by one of their own.
"Carmella ...?" Seraphina whispered, her voice barely a breath, her face a mask of confusion and pain. "Why?"
The woman in the black armor, "The Editor," did not lower her weapon. But through the helmet's voice modulator, they could hear the sound of a ragged, painful breath.
