Chapter 8
Rosser glares at me as he massages his
jaw. “There went your bars, Captain,” he spits, his lower
lip flecked with blood.
The thought of being stripped of rank
doesn’t scare me. “Where is Tomas?”
I lunge for him, hands fisting in his
shirt, arms straining to haul him up. Anger clouds my sight, blinds
me to everything but his smirk and his blood and his laughter,
still echoing in my mind.
Then Alden is there, holding me back,
shaking me loose from Rosser. “Stand down, Jace.”
I shrug off his hands. “I
can’t.”
Rosser eyes me as he rises, the
warrant officer beside him helping him to his feet. Wiping his
mouth with the back of his hand, he mutters, “What the f**k’s your
problem, Captain?” He glances at the blood streaked there before he
flicks it away. “I thought you
