Chapter 13Sela stood, arms folded, teeth gritted, anger and frustration racing through her like fire through a barn full of hay. Any attempt to conceal her emotions was a pointless exercise. Axel peered up from the weapon he checked to her face, giving her an almost imperceptible shake of his head, movement he wouldn’t risk for nothing. Odd to think he might understand her so well after so short a time. Now, she wanted to claw off Marshall’s face.
One calming breath, two. Deal with a single issue. The problem was Marshall, the rest of the crew giving her almost guilty expressions as they made final adjustments to weapons and equipment. Their leader stood with his back to her, wholly dismissive of her complaint about her exclusion, the mission, according to Marshall, not her concern. Not t
