Chapter 23
Bar stared after the departing pod. He didn’t so much mind that Hart was going off to who knew where, intending to do who knew what, but…he’d left him with Dayne.
Bar straightened his shoulders. He was sub-captain—he’d scragging well start acting like it. He turned to Dayne, startled to find those silver eyes on him and not looking after the scout pod.
“We’d better head back to camp.” He started to step around Dayne, then froze when Dayne touched his arm. “Take your hand off me.”
“Or?” But Dayne let him go, and Bar continued to the tender, working hard to keep from limping.
“I’ll break it,” he snapped over his shoulder. After all this time on reduced rations, he might look as if a harsh word would topple him over, but he hadn’t gotten to be sub-captain simply because his fa
