The Sniper Behind The Rifle Knew My Breathing Better Than I Did

devoid of the warmth I remembered. “That was the test.”

My gaze snapped between him and Kesler. A test? My career, my honor, my entire life had been derailed for a test?

“The warlord was our asset,” Kesler explained, his tone patient, like he was briefing a new recruit. “A nasty piece of work, but he was feeding us intel on a much larger network. The continue reading …