Chapter Twenty-Five
“Why? Why can’t I go with you?” Skeeter asked in frustration the next morning as they stood next to his sleek starship that had been readied for departure. “I can help.”
“You faint at the sight of blood. If things work out the way I suspect, there will be a lot of it,” Krac reminded her.
“But… what if you need help?” she asked worriedly. “What if you get hurt?”
Krac paused at the sound of fear and worry in her voice. It was taking every ounce of his self-control to leave her here. Her safety meant more to him than his own fear of leaving her. She would be safe here with Bulldog. She would be in danger as long as she was with him, especially if what Bulldog told him proved correct.
He had no idea that others of his kind had survived. He had been under the impression
