“And?”
I sighed. “He ordered us back. Tonight.”
Ryker’s jaw clenched, his gaze shooting toward the house where Keya had just vanished. “Tonight?”
“Yeah.”
“What’s so urgent that it can’t wait until morning?” His voice was low, but there was heat behind it. Fury, even if it wasn’t aimed at me.
“I don’t know,” I said honestly. “He wouldn’t say. Just that it’s critical. Something about a meeting at the citadel. High-level. No delays.”
Ryker cursed under his breath. “This is the worst f*****g time to leave, Rafe. When she...” he paused, shaking his head. "She f*****g needs you here."
“You think I don’t know that?” My voice came out sharper than I meant. I rubbed a hand over my face and tried again, quieter. “I want to be here for her. But...”
“Then don’t go,” Ryker said simply.
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