Chapter 88: Retribution
"'Appreciate your input,' she says. Right," Lizzie seethed under her breath, practically kicking open the door from the stairwell. An errant soldier who'd been loitering in the hallway scurried away after one look at the expression on her face. Lizzie just scowled after him.
She couldn't stop replaying last night's conversation with her mother in her head.
"Mom, please, listen to me," she'd pleaded. "You have to see reason. We are outmatched. You've convinced all these people that we have a chance at winning, but really all you're doing is putting them in harm's way - them and everyone else living in Paragon. I know things aren't perfect there -"
"You know that better than anyone, I would think," Regina had retorted, but more gently than Lizzie would have expected of her.
"- but I've spoken to the people who are in charge. They know they've made mistakes. They want to call a truce and work with us to fix it."