Kat stood in the St. Louis meeting room and called the Rogue Hunters to order.
“Alright. I know a lot of us are banged up. Actually, all of us are, but we’ve gotta keep looking for this gal. I need a show of hands as to how many of you are medically cleared for the next mission.”
Almost every hand went up.
She narrowed her eyes at her team, skeptical. Someone was fibbing. More than one.
Most of the Rogue Hunters were bandaged up. A few wore casts or carried crutches. There was no way they’d survive another encounter like the last one they’d had.
Hugh remained quiet, looking sallow and sporting dark circles under his eyes. Still, he raised his hand, though she knew he felt dreadful. She could sense his energy flagging. He was not his usual sparkly, snarky self. It had taken him a long
