Chapter Thirteen
Byron watched the shuttle land with growing impatience. They had only an hour before the scheduled departure to the Litheron. With the morning’s hours consumed by the search for Bassan, it left precious little time for preparations. Byron had so much to cover with his senior officers.
Of all the days for a damned rogue pirate attack, he thought, grinding his teeth as he approached the ship. Two security officers followed close behind in anticipation of the prisoner on board the shuttle.
He leapt onto the ramp even before it touched the ground. Byron’s gaze fell on his son as Athee helped Bassan to his feet. In two strides, he’d closed the distance and grabbed his son’s shoulders.
“Where have you been?” he asked, bending down to peer into Bassan’s eyes. “Why didn’t you
