The Predecessor

Lenora didn't move for three seconds.

From before you were born.

She processed this.

Someone who knew her name from before she was born was not someone who knew her. Someone who knew her family. Someone who had been in this world long enough to know Dante Thorne before Dante had an adopted daughter.

Thirty years operational.

A number that had always felt abstract now carried real weight.

"Ronan,"