Her face went pale.
Good.
They took her away. I turned back to Reyna. The medics had her on a stretcher now. IV in her arm. Monitoring equipment attached to her temples.
She looked so small. So fragile. The woman who'd thrown lightning around like party favors reduced to this.
Veronica appeared at my side. I hadn't heard her approach. Her face was a mask of carefully controlled fury.
"Report," she said. "Everything. Now."
I told her. The ambush. The devices. The Valerius connection. The woman's admission that Reyna was a test subject for experimental technology.
Veronica listened without interruption. When I finished, her expression hadn't changed. But her hands had curled into fists so tight I could see the tendons standing out against her skin.
"The Valerius family," she said slowly. "Just declared war on Olympus Rising."
"Looks that way."
