“They got it,” Fenn says.
I stare.
Waiting.
Watching.
The creature doesn’t move.
Security teams advance cautiously, weapons still trained.
“It’s down,” someone confirms over the comms.
Relief crashes through me so hard it almost hurts.
My knees go weak.
I tighten my hold on Jesse.
“It’s okay,” I whisper. “It’s over.”
But my eyes are still searching.
Still scanning.
Because there’s one more thing I need to see.
Bron.
Through the settling dust, I spot him.
Standing.
Alive.
My breath leaves me in a shaky rush.
“There you are,” I whisper.
The cameras catch him again.
Capture the moment.
The man who didn’t run.
Who didn’t quit.
Who stood between chaos and everyone else and chose to fight anyway.
The entire galaxy is watching.
And for once?—
They’re seeing him exactly as he is.
CHAPTER 36
BRON
