Chapter 6
“God damn it, Alastair! I’ve been hurt worse than this and you know it,” Mars said angrily. “It’s been two days…”
“True, and usually you have the common sense to rest and recover,” Alastair replied calmly. “You’re still in enough pain you can’t move without grimacing. There is no way you can make the ride down there on your bike.”
Dylan listened to the argument from the kitchen where he was making sandwiches for everyone. He knew Mars was getting cabin fever. They all were. But he agreed with Alastair—Mars was still in a fair amount of pain, even though he looked better than he had the night he’d come back from the raid, since the bruises were beginning to fade.
“We are going to do it my way,” Alastair continued. “I’m older, wiser, and in case you’ve forgotten, your immediate
