Book Seven: Chapter 107

But he knew better now. Somehow, that balance had been tipped, and Cyrus wasn’t even certain it was in anybody’s favor except the Order itself. The organization he had devoted his entire life to had become the very thing he would despise the most. Those men on the front lawn of Mike’s house were a testament to how far the Order had fallen, and he now faced a powerful machine that he doubted he could actually stop.

Standing on the edge of Mike’s property, he paused to stare up at the stone lions. They were supposedly powerful protectors, but it was a fact he could only take on faith. If the SoS had gone in with wands instead of guns, perhaps they would have been properly cowed. Looking at the small group of men and women that were essentially camped on Mike’s driveway, he wondered what options were even left to him.

“Hey. Are you okay?” Eulalie’s voice was quiet.

Cyrus shook his head and walked toward the tent. An inkling of an idea had formed in the back of his hea