Miracle's POV
A nest of anxious snakes seemed to move in my stomach, tightening into impossible knots. My mind was a whirlwind of every terrible thing that could go wrong, each scenario more horrific than the last.
I can do this. I have to do this. I have to get the commander to reconsider.
This wasn't just about me anymore or my anger. It was for Dad. This was my penance, my desperate offering to lay at his feet, hoping it would be enough to make him look at me with love again instead of the silence Xavier described.
The ways I could fail—or die—were endless. A cold sweat prickled on my skin.
But fuck it. Power or no power, I was going to become Team Captain. I was going to find the monster who killed my grandmother. For him.
"You're really doing this, aren't you?" Sergeant Tatum asked, his voice gruff but with a thread of something that sounded almost like respect.
I nodded, my jaw set.
"I thought as much. Good luck, kid. And may the Goddess help us all."
