His stomach lurched as Peter the dictator had one person from each group bound and shoved to their knees before the assembled Clan. Beside him, Amber gasped, and he could hear the faint sniffles of her crying, though she wasn’t sobbing. They’d been through too much for sobbing anymore, Ethan thou...
Black had provided. Eagan was there already but sat next to his rifle and pack. Still sweaty, he must have just arrived. Clever one, that Eagan. Taggart decided to revise his view of the soldier. Maybe he would be useful for more than carrying a rifle. “Eagan. Glad you made it, son. Any of our ci...
With Wesley’s pistol now pressed against the back of his head, there was nothing he could do. Clark knew the old man’s life dangled by a thread gripped tightly by the hand of an Imperialist. He knew that Wesley didn’t care about the old man, nor about the others. Wesley only wanted Clark alive to...