Another officer approached the command station at a brisk pace before stopping beside the map table.
"Commander, the eastern wall is requesting permission to transfer two heavy machine gun teams from the western reserve."
"Approved," Margaret answered before Rowan had the chance to speak.
The officer instinctively turned toward Rowan, waiting for the confirmation he had been receiving throughout the battle.
Rowan finally lifted his eyes from the map. "Leave them where they are."
The officer froze, his gaze shifting uncertainly between the two of them as the conversations around the command station gradually died away.
Margaret turned toward Rowan, the faint smile on her face disappearing. "I've already approved the request."
"I heard you," Rowan replied calmly.
She held his gaze. "Then why are you overruling my order?"
