desk, the blue light of a monitor illuminating the sharp angles of her face.
Across from her, Leo Banks was slumped in a chair, his eyes fixed on a lukewarm burger he hadn’t touched in 3 hours. “Eat, Leo,” Naomi said, her voice a low, steady anchor. “You can’t fight a war on an empty stomach, and make no mistake, this is a war.” Before Leo could respond,continue reading …
