Blair's chest rose and fell too fast. Her palm burned. The whiskey sat in her stomach like broken glass.
"You'll come with me today. You'll answer my father's questions. And you'll remember that everything you have comes from me."
"Or what?"
"Or you can explain to Monroe how you lost your academy position because you forgot who pays for it."
Misato considered this. Her finger traced the red mark on her cheek.
"I'll come. But I won't be your spy. I won't sabotage my squad. And I sure as hell won't apologize for winning."
"Then what good are you?"
"I'm good at keeping people alive. Something your precious squad has trouble with lately."
The crack in Blair's composure opened wider.
