Libs hadn’t done much of anything all day. After he’d taken Stella to Rory, he’d returned to the Core and wandered around, pretending to be busy. He’d cleaned his equipment while sitting in the Saloon, taking meticulous care to make every piece spotless. He’d gone out and had a quick bite to eat down on one of the lower levels. He knew exactly where Rory and Stella were, but he needed Rory to fix Stella. He couldn’t go after him yet.
Yet he wasn’t sure he could go after him at all. Every time he imagined hurting the Ranger, he’d remember Rory’s sleep-hazy eyes as he’d drifted off in Liberty’s arms. Nobody trusted Libs enough to do something as dangerous as that, not even Stella. The man was a lunatic.
Still, here was Libs anticipating their next meeting with butterflies wildly fluttering
