Raesa curled into herself, willing the shadows to wrap her in safety. Her shoulder ached and the stench of her own burned flesh overrode the calm she prided herself in. She’d been shot in the arm with a riot blaster. Who the hell used riot blasters on a mercenary ship? The sound of weapons discha...
The insistent buzz of an emergency alarm echoed through the line. She recalled the message. “It didn’t make sense, Chief.” Reeva crossed her arms and shrugged her shoulders. “To either one of us.” Mase glared at Azros, flesh tinged violet. She almost called him down, but thought better of it. Bei...