Dylan turned sharply toward the battlefield. "My men will reinforce the west."
Margaret's lips tightened. "I did not give you permission."
Dylan looked back at her coldly. "Then give it now."
For a moment, neither of them moved.
The wind blew harder across the tower, carrying with it the smell of smoke and burnt flesh. The soldiers around them looked from Margaret to Dylan, waiting.
Margaret knew this moment mattered. If she refused and the breach worsened, everyone would blame her. If she agreed, Dylan would look like the one who forced the right decision.
Her pride burned like fire in her chest. "Go," she said coldly.
Dylan gave a slight nod. "Lennox squad, reinforce the western barricade. Keep the formation tight and listen to Rowan's signal."
The Lennox soldiers immediately moved to reinforce the western wall. As if Dylan's command had always been the one they were waiting for.
