Fifty
Jackson did a lap of the complex, watching in satisfaction as his people prepared to repel attackers. Everything he saw increased his hope they would be able to weather the coming storm. His people were strong, determined. They would fight with everything they had to protect themselves and the new way of life they had chosen.
He felt a tugging on his arm and turned to find Justice’s worried face peering up at him. ‘You promised me two hours ago that you would rest soon, yet here you are still being captain and marshalling the troops. You need to rest, Jackson, or you will be no good to them when Templeton does attack.’
He heaved a sigh, aware she was right, feeling every ache and twinge of the injuries from his time in Butcher’s custody. There had been little time to rest since Ju
