Chapter 706

Faced with the katana pressing against her throat, Rosalind Miles instantly assessed the situation—any rash move could trigger a lethal strike.

The cold edge kissed her carotid artery, the steel carrying faint tremors. Entirely at another’s mercy, the experienced President executed a textbook-perfect emergency response.

She loosened her grip, letting the shattered remains of her pistol—just a handle and fragments of the frame—fall to the deck with a sharp metallic clatter.