Landon's POV
{Outside the Onyx Military Academy - Security Tent - 9:38 A.M}
I've seen actors. I've seen politicians. I've seen liars pretending to be saviours.
But none of them wore my boots like my lieutenant just did.
He walked through the dust like the damn president of hell. Chin high. Cap low. Coat flapping slightly in the breeze like he practised that entrance in a mirror... Maybe that's why he almost came late. I hated how well he nailed it, but at the same time, it made me, as the Marshal, look cool.
The soldiers stood straight like matchsticks, saluting with their hearts in their throats. Some even looked like they wanted to cry... idiots. As if it were their lucky day to meet him. The Marshal. A man known for cruelty and cold logic.
If only they knew he was standing ten steps behind them, arms crossed and face locked in a permanent scowl.
I should've choked my lieutenant for using the chopper.
I glanced at Kelsey beside me.
Oh. She saw him. The fake me.
