Chapter Twenty-Eight
Adalard held his hand out and Samara pressed her back against the wall. She took several deep, calming breaths in an effort to quiet her rapidly beating heart. She kept her focus glued on Adalard.
I don’t know how people do this kind of work. I could barely make it through a game of hide-n-seek back home. These guys put the Navy Seals that used to train at the ranch to shame, she thought.
“Clear. Move out,” Adalard ordered in a low voice.
Half a dozen men moved in units of two, each sweeping the area with their weapons raised. She took a step forward only to pause when Quill put a hand on her arm, holding her back.
“Careful, my scanner is picking up a disturbance at the end of the corridor,” Quill murmured into his commlink.
The men slowed, scanning the area. Ha’
