Tannis glanced around at the softly spoken words. Callum stood in the doorway to the bridge. And he looked sorry. Well, in a sorry state anyway. Beneath the gold, his skin had a sickly green tinge, and dark circles shadowed his eyes. He leaned one shoulder against the doorway for support. Good. But he was upright, which was impressive considering the state he’d been in when she’d left him. And he’d obviously showered, his short hair was still damp and he wore clean clothes, black pants and a black sleeveless T-shirt. He was beautiful, and she hated him. “You want me to get rid of him?” Rico asked from beside her. “He can be out of the airlock before you can say, ‘piece of shit Collective bastard.’” Tannis considered the question. Would it help if he died? Would she feel better? “Or I can do it for you,”
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