Chapter 8
Command
The noise in the room was like a miniature bomb going off. David stared at Bar, his mouth open in absolute shock until Cutler tugged on his shirt. He glanced down to see his worry amplified in her eyes. His mind was whirling with the possibility of Cutler facing a dozen blue white diamonds. One nearly killed her. A dozen would destroy her and maybe every other lapie out there.
“Did you know anything about this?” he asked her. He had to speak close to her ear for her to hear him. The scent of antiseptic wafted up to him, bringing with it the urge to drop a kiss on her shoulder. Her painkiller was beginning to wear off, leaving her irritable and perched on the edge of her seat as she kept her leg extended out in front of her. For the moment, the need to pull her into his
