"It's final," I say. "We move right after the charity event."
Miles nods. "We've got everything mapped out, boss."
"How's the fucker doing?" Franco asks.
"He's asking if he can join the operation," Miles replies.
Lewinsky's eyebrow lifts, but he doesn't speak right away, as if weighing the idea.
After a moment, he looks at me, his expression serious. "Have you considered the possibility that he's lying?"
"If he is," Miles says, "and we go to Renia, we're walking straight into a trap."
"You shouldn't come with us," Franco adds, turning to me. "If we don't make it back, you need to stay here. You're the President, our regent—"
"We're not dying," I cut in. "Definitely not me."
