The General's Daughter: The Mission

Herchildhoodwasforgedinshadows,andshewassharpenedintoaweapon,trainedtobeaghost,akiller—aninstrumentofvengeance.Thetarget:adecoratedgeneralwhobroughtdownherfamily.Butfatedoesn'tfolloworders.JustasLarawasabouttoexecuteherlong-plannedmission,everythingspiraledoutofcontrol.Amilitaryconvoyinterceptedherescaperoute—escortingnoneotherthanthegeneralhimself.Andthencamethemomentthatchangedeverything.Ablindingcrash.Screechingtires.Herbodywasthrownlikearagdoll,thendarkness.Shehadafleetingrecollectionofanotherworld,anotherlifetimewherekingsruledthelandwithanironfist.Butshewokeup,andtwelvelongmonthshadpassed.Shedidnotknowwhereshewasorwhoshewas.Sherememberednothing.Theytoldherdifferentnames.Achildwithtremblinghopewhispered,“Mommy,yournameisMoiraTorres.”Herdoctorinsisted,“YouradmissionslipsaysLarissaReyes.”Ahardenedgeneralleanedcloseandcommanded,“Rememberwhoyouare.Rememberyourmission.”Thenanothergeneral—dangerouslycalm,incrediblyfamiliar—lookedatherasifshematteredandasked,“CanIcallyouLara?”Thenameunlockedsomethingburieddeepinhersoul.LaraNorseKromwel.DaughterofGeneralOdinNorse.EmpressoftheFirstEmpire.Butthemanwhowatchedhermostcloselydismisseditwithcoldcertainty.“Thisisthe21stcentury,”hesaid.“Whatnonsenseareyouspouting?WhatEmpress?Youaremywoman.Youcanonlybemine!”