“Well, I"d say you escaped that battle pretty easily,” I said, smiling broadly.
Cantrell scowled. He pulled his left pant leg out of his boot and rolled it up. A thick, angry scar ran from his ankle to his inner thigh. “This was done by the one who was beheaded. He had no goddamn head and still managed to shove his claw into my leg before he stopped moving completely. I nearly bled to death,” he explained. “The only way I survived was by tearing off my shirt, tying off the wound and securing what was left of my shirt to the handle of the cache. I dragged it and my a*s halfway to my ship. If it wasn"t for my pilot spotting me laying half-dead in the desert, I wouldn"t be here right now.”
andThe smile fell from my face. “I"m sorry.”
“Don"t be sorry, be diligent,” he shouted gruffly. “Abso
