Chapter Twelve
Cherry hovered outside the cubicle assigned to the Leader, composing herself before she went in. She knew she would not be able to look Meredith in the eye without reliving that fateful moment she’d taken the destiny of Concordia into her own hands and issued the order to engage in battle with the Scythians.
How many times had she gone over that moment in her mind? How many times had she wondered if she’d done the right thing? On the face of it, it seemed her decision had been entirely wrong. Millions of Fila had died, thousands of Concordians too, and the planet was set on a path toward utter barrenness.
But if she hadn’t given that order, what would be happening now? The Scythians had given a vicious demonstration of their attitude toward the human population of the pla
