They were screwed. Big time.
Fury simmered through Rynn’s veins as two of Araal’s men dragged him along the corridor toward the cells. He wasn’t an i***t. If D’Corr didn’t have plans for the pair of them, they’d already have been sucking cold, hard space. The details of those plans worried him.
But, they were alive and while they were, there was always a chance. So he kept his eyes open as they were dragged through the corridors. Looking for something, anything, that might prove useful later. You never knew when even the slightest little thing could make the difference in a life and death situation.
Not right now, though. Surrounded by D’Corr’s men and his head still fuzzy from Jac hitting him with the charge-prod, Rynn knew there was no way he was fighting them out. He was good, but no
