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“Are you seriously taking him at his word? We can’t just let him—”
Hamal stepped into Sargas’ personal space, not the first time today he’d had to do it. The simple maneuver was usually enough to back someone down was too subtle to shut up this Soldier. Hamal was forced to speak, forced to interrupt his thoughts. “Of course, we can’t.”
“But—”
Hamal turned away. Sargas’ refusal to drop the matter stopped him again. He took a breath, not sure he could contain lashing out. Struve saved him, materializing from some corner to play interference. Hamal left him to it.
Hamal wished he knew what the silent Soldier had done to make the talkative one leave without voicing his thousand questions and rebuttals. He had a feeling it was a trick he’d need to learn sooner than later.
Not that Sarg
