“Piece of cake?” Troy repeated, jaw hanging open like he couldn’t believe what he’d seen. “That was a goddamn legendary move! You crushed the Dominion Syndicate like they were street thugs!”
The words should have embarrassed me, but instead they tugged at something older: the rhythm of being part of a unit, of teaching and being taught, the warm, dangerous family that comes with a life like mine. I’d lost that once. God, I’d missed it.
“Exactly!” another piped in, voice cracking with excitement. “You fought them like you were dancing! Hell, you didn’t even break a sweat!”
Gabriel pushed himself up straighter as if he needed the posture to catch up to the idea. “Kael, you single-handedly took down men who’ve been trained to kill. And you’re saying it was nothing?”
I shrugged, the old re
