“Ow, that hurts,” Samara muttered.
Her voice was muffled against Adalard’s shoulder. He held her close, trying not to jostle her. He was surprised when he didn’t feel the energy drain as he strode through the storage bay of his transport.
“It will soon be better,” he promised.
“What would make me feel better is for my brothers to grow a brain,” she groaned.
He chuckled. Despite the fact that her brothers were the lowest form of life, he could still sense her compassion for them. She was a better person than he was. He felt no regret at his half-brother’s death and wouldn’t think twice about killing her brother, Jerry, the next time the opportunity presented itself.
“I’m afraid that is not likely to happen any time soon,” he dryly replied.
He carried her through an open door and gentl
