“I told you to kill him.”
Rafe blinked at the sound of that dark voice. It was audible and louder, no longer in his thoughts alone.
Then he dismissed it as a figment of his imagination. After all, he’d been shot. He was lying on the forest floor, brambles crushed beneath him. The ground was unpleasantly damp. It was presumably where he had fallen when Ferris shot him.
Rafe opened his eyes, moved slightly and winced at the pain that shot through his body. His reevlar codpiece had been heavily damaged, which Rafe hadn’t thought possible. The polymer was supposed to be indestructible.
On the other hand, his was a really powerful laze.
And there was no sign of it. His empty holster made him feel naked and the damage to the codpiece certainly left him feeling vulnerable.
Should he be grat
