Let them be afraid. Let them whisper. Let them think they're safe with their holy mother cop.
Because when the time comes?
They'll learn the truth.
The police beauty was organizing the crowd now, barking orders like she actually had control. "We'll ration the supplies. No fighting. No panic."
I rolled my eyes.
Ration?
No.
Supplies belonged to the strong. And I wasn't about to share.
Angela glanced at me, her lips curling. "You're going to let her keep playing cop for long?"
I leaned against the broken concrete, my arms crossed, my gaze locked on the police officer as she strutted around like a queen among peasants. The crowd—these pathetic, trembling fools—hung on her every word, their eyes filled with blind hope, as if she could save them from the hell they'd been dropped into.
Lisa grinned, leaning against the crumbling wall beside me, her voice a low, amused purr. "And when you stop letting her?"
I didn't answer. I didn't have to.
Because soon, they'd realize.
