Chapter ElevenDebbie lay quiet now, comfortable inside the circle of Silvan’s arms while they awaited the rescue team that would pluck them from the sea. Their helmets kept the worst of the howling wind at bay.
“You don’t need to worry about protecting me.”
Silvan’s shouted words were like a benediction. He might not understand that she hadn’t had a single thought of her own survival during the crash landing—she’d been shocked when she’d survived. But she’d known without a doubt that getting down on that hull had improved Silvan’s chances of survival. That was all that had mattered.
But maybe he was right. She didn’t need to protect him as if he could be erased from existence at any moment. He’d survived the gunfire and crash just as they’d survived dozens of missions.
When it was thei
