FIFTY-THREE
The confined quarters of the tunnel got on Rona’s nerves as she followed Justice. Jackson was behind them, along with the infuriating mercenary commander, Isaac Smith. Rona curled up her mouth at the thought of him. Typical of his type, not caring who he fought for as long as he was getting paid. Though she had to wonder why he had taken on a job as bodyguard to Justice. That seemed a step down for a commander. Surely he could have passed the job off to one of his men. But then, maybe the wardens were paying him a substantial amount to cover having the best of his team protect Justice.
At first, when Justice and Isaac had arrived at the compound after what appeared to be a trip of numerous days, Rona had thought they were romantically involved. That would have explained why h
