Jack was in the passenger compartment, keeping an eye on the rest of Edrin’s squad. None of the others had woken up yet, but the effects of the stun-rounds would wear off soon.
Edrin spared her a glance, then returned his attention to the road. His broken nose would need medical attention. Anna felt a pang of guilt over that. Just a smidge, but it nagged at her.
She was tempted to blame Telixa. None of this would have happened if Telixa had not ordered the invasion of Leyria. How many precious lives had been lost in the last twenty-four hours? Ten thousand? A hundred thousand? She couldn’t say. How many had been lost since the start of the war? Telixa Ethran was swimming in blood, stained to the very depths of her soul.
But no.
There was only so much abstraction you could do before it
