Chapter 11 · The Forged Sheet Exposed

Chapter 11: The Forged Sheet Exposed

"She spread her legs for Voss's seal, and you're all standing there about to salute her for it."

Vance's voice rips out of every speaker in the roll-call hall at once, bouncing off steel and concrete until it sounds like ten men saying it instead of one. The hotline on the wall is still screaming behind him, red strobes slapping light across two hundred folding chairs nobody's sitting in yet.

Kane's hand is still flat on my back where he just caught me from the strobe-jump. He goes rigid.

"Vance." His voice doesn't carry. He doesn't need it to. "Get off that mic."

"Make me, Voss." Vance's laugh crackles through static. "Or should I say — make her. She's good at that."

My stomach drops through the floor. I know exactly where this is going before he says the next sentence, and I still can't stop it.

"That elite trial sheet with your seal on it, Rhee?" Vance says my name like it tastes bad. "Forged. Everybody in this pack knows you don't test that high. You fucked your way onto that sheet, and Voss signed off because he's knotted for you.