Page 439 of Scars of Fate

“You ordered us to murder Dr. Arslan.”

Wynn’s gaze shifted toward him.

Minser continued.

“You told us he planned to sell Aegis.”

“He planned to destroy Fate.”

“Because he discovered what you were doing.”

“He lacked vision.”

“He had a conscience.”

“And what did that earn him?”

Kane’s smile widened.

“A grave.”

Pain crossed Minser’s face.

Ghost’s old team had followed Kane.

Trusted him.

Killed for him.

Then some of them discovered the truth.

Ghost had stolen the key and placed it in my hands.

Minser had remained behind.

I finally understood why.

Not loyalty.

Guilt.

Minser had spent eight years trying to undo the moment he chose Kane over his teammate.

But instead of exposing Fate, he had tried to control it.

He had become part of the very thing Ghost nearly died stopping.

“The archive,” Kane ordered.

Wynn lifted her chin.

“No.”

Kane fired.

The bullet struck the floor beside her boot.

I nearly tore the door from its hinges.