The dropships had touched down at a crest of a muddy hill. Soldiers in green uniforms had filed out and formed a perimeter at the edge of the clearing, ready to advance into the woods. And they would be going any moment now.
Arin stood near the back of one ship, checking the gun in his belt holster. His mouth twisted with disapproval. Why am I doing this?
Because he wanted to save the Nassai. Because taking a Nassai that had been stripped of its free will had left him with a debt he could never repay. But was this truly the best way to protect the Nassai? Couldn’t they push for peace?
Odd.
Not so long ago, he would have lusted for battle. He had often attributed that to the rage his symbiont felt. The anger was always there. He felt it even now. But if the thought of violence filled hi
