Dare stood ahead of them on the sand, with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. “What the hell is going on?” he demanded. Justyn squeezed Nissa’s waist, then swung a leg off the back of the bike. No way in hell he was going to tell her he let her win the race to the bike just so he could sit with her ass nestled against him. Besides, watching her handle the bike was sexy as hell. Justyn faced his brother. “Someone took shots at us out the Memory Keeper’s residence.” Dare’s face darkened. “Someone really wants to stop you finding this artifact.” “It has to be the mole on board the Nomad.” Justyn wanted to join Rynan and his security team and find this bastard. “Where’s Ry?” “On his way back from the village. The Memory Keeper called us, said you were under fire. Last I heard, Ry caught our mole.”
