"Anything for you, Commander." Emma parroted the words in a high pitch behind Rafe's back, hating the ship, but at the same time, so freaking glad to see it.
The fact that they'd made it - alive and without any gaping, bleeding holes - to the Annabelle seemed a miracle. Once the bombs had gone off and things started breaking - and she held on tight to her bladder - she thought for sure she'd die crushed under a pile of rocks or sucked against a leaking crevice, a fleshy stopper in the gap.
But they'd made it intact. Their pursuers on the other hand? Not as lucky.
If she'd thought Rafe on his own was deadly in a fight, add in a twin brother and they were unstoppable. The pair barely even paused during their flight, taking on guards and other denizens with their sharp weapons. Leaps and d
