EIGHTEEN
Justice fought the urge to look behind her as the four-wheel-drive drove through the gates of the mine compound, not wanting to ruin her composure by taking one last look at Jackson. They had said their goodbyes in private.
It wouldn’t be a last look, anyway. They’d be reunited soon, after she had finished her task and he had sorted out the mess the wardens at High Command had got themselves in.
‘Cheer up, little sister. Your man is more than capable of taking care of himself.’
‘I know,’ she said, giving Isaac a smile. ‘It’s not him I’m worried about. It’s the idiots in charge of the wardens that need watching. That lot wouldn’t know how to lead themselves out of a one-way street.’ Anger burned at the memory of how Jackson had been treated by Butcher last time he’d gone to Hig
