The Valkyrie Returns and Slays (Raven)

Chapter 82

Chapter 82

Lorne's words hung in the air, the weight of them settling over everyone present.

Drake Jennings, Rhea Jennings, Caleb Valor, the nine soldiers, the Jennings family butler, even the five guards sprawled on the ground- they were all

frozen.

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Every eye was glued to the golden Promotion Order in Lorne's hand, a single thought echoing in their minds-

'No freakin' way.'

Five top-secret SSS-Rank missions. Eighteen SS-Rank missions. Nearly a hundred S-Rank missions!

And Lorne had said five years on the front lines. Five years to rack up a record like that? It was superhuman.

Even as their brains screamed it had to be some kind of mistake, no one dared question the truth of it.

The Vyrdenian Military's Promotion Order, held by Lorne, was as good as gospel. No one, not even Lorne Drakon himself, would dare fake one of those.

Rhea's sneer evaporated so fast it was like it had never existed.

She stared at Raven's composed face, utter disbelief plastered across her own. "Am I hearing things?' she thought wildly.

Her father, Drake, had completed a single S-Rank mission, and in her book, that made him a legend.

was saying Raven-that bitch-had nearly a hundred

Promotion Order, wishing the floor would swallow

she just been bragging about? She'd stood there, all puffed up, boasting about her dad's S-Rank mission, sneering that Raven

his boots.

a slap in the face. Rhea Jennings had

was on

completed an S-Rank mission, he understood better than most just how insane those

nearly bought the farm more times than he cared to remember during his S- Rank. Pure luck he was still breathing. Just thinking about the

just pegged as some kind of

hundred S-Ranks?

to mention eighteen SS-Ranks and

the kicker-she'd joined the military at fourteen. All

kind of freak of

to find his voice."General Drakon,

already standing in front of Raven, didn't even glance his

the Promotion Order, his hands steady, and

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at the corner of her lips. "General Drakon," she drawled, "talk about convenient

here to back her play, Promotion Order all ready to go? Turning it down now

the Promotion Order for her promotion to general. If she refused again, it would seem that she didn't know what was

glint in her eyes, a genuine smile finally breaking through his stern facade. "Heard you'd tracked down your better half. Rushed right over, Coincidence, all coincidence." He winked.