Dagger muttered another apology under his breath as he climbed up the slanted slab of concrete. Jordan knew her low cry of pain was probably echoing in his ear. A sigh of relief escaped him when they reached the top and he straightened up. Her eyes flashed with fear when she saw an alien transport sitting almost a hundred yards away, nestled between two ruined buildings.
“You don’t have to apologize,” Jordan whispered, laying her head wearily on his shoulder. “It’s not your fault I hurt.”
Dagger’s grunt was his only reply to her as he began walking toward the back of the transport. The never-ending rain had begun again, this time a little harder than before. Jordan watched as he nodded to one of the warriors that was waiting at the end of the platform.
“How bad?” the man asked, glancing
