“She’s mine. Mine and Sambor’s.”
“Is your second capable of defeating six Hive alone?”
I considered the question. “Yes. He is.” The words were not a lie. Sambor had been trained in the Coalition’s special forces program. He’d fought the Hive for years before settling into what he considered a life of luxury, guarding me. He’d done it because I’d asked, and because the IC had begun sending me into more and more dangerous situations. Prime Nial had demanded someone go meet with the legions on Rogue 5, scout out Sector Zero and the other lawless regions technically within Coalition space. He’d sent me. I’d taken Sambor with me. “He’s saved my life more than once.”
“Then let him do his job and go home. His strategy is sound, and you know it. Take care of your female. Do you wish her to lose
