Chapter Thirty-Three
“You’re late,” Jag said with a raised eyebrow.
“You would be too if you had someone like Lina in your arms and had also been through hell the past two years,” Edge retorted before he grimaced and ran his hands through his hair. “My apologies. It was hard to leave her side.”
“I wouldn’t be apologizing,” Thunder muttered under his breath.
Vice grinned. “I wouldn’t either,” he replied, lifting up a bottle sitting on the bar near the window. “Drink?”
“Yes,” Edge nodded with a grin.
Jag motioned for him to sit down at the oval table. He paused when he saw the fourth man sitting quietly at the far end. He studied the man, trying to guess what species he was.
“Edge, this is Dakar. He is a Kassisan. His people were kind enough to assist with your rescue,” Jag introduced
