She signed the papers with a laugh, calling me a 'broken soldier.' Then the Military Tribunal read my new rank—and her smile turned to terror. The sound of the expensive fountain pen scratching against the paper was the only thing louder than Evelyn’s laughter. It was a sharp, mocking sound that cut deeper than any wound I’d received in the field. "Sign it, Donovan," she sneered, pushing the documents across the mahogany desk. "Twenty-two years of playing soldier, and this is all you have to sho