Twenty pairs of hungry eyes slowly turned toward Ashford. The shift was almost physical, like the temperature in the room had dropped another ten degrees.Every man in that corridor was starving. Every man in that corridor had watched Ashford eat portions slightly larger than theirs, sleep in a warmer spot, and talk endlessly about shared sacrifice while making none of his own."What's the matter, Mr. Brotherhood and Sacrifice?" Marco's voice dripped with amusement. "You told these men you'd give anything for the group. Here's your chance. One small personal contribution and every single one of your loyal soldiers eats tonight. Unless all that talk about shared sacrifice was just a speech you gave to keep the dogs in line while you kept the biggest bone for yourself."Ashford felt the weight of every stare in that corridor pressing down on his shoulders like concrete blocks.If he refused, his carefully constructed image of the selfless leader would shatter in front of the only people