He cradled his son until Bassan’s sobs subsided. Byron opened his eyes and turned to Piten.
“Thank you,” he said. Words weren’t enough, but it was all Byron had in him at the moment.
The Rogue smiled. The gesture broadened his face, revealing Piten’s more Cassan features. At that moment, it didn’t matter his race. The man had saved Byron’s son.
His attention no longer focused solely on Bassan, Byron grew aware of their surroundings. Beyond Piten, Cherzta watched them. Byron stared at the Vindicarn with concern. The Rogue altered his position and gazed at Cherzta as well. The man was no longer scowling and appeared to be studying them. Byron adjusted his hold on Bassan, determined to protect his son if necessary.
Mumbling, Cherzta stepped up to the console. The other man held up his com
