“Hey, this is where you wanted to come, isn’t it? You said Paul Grove’s place. This is it,” she inquired with a raised eyebrow.
Adalard blinked and nodded. He fumbled for the door of the transport, uncharacteristically clumsy. He cursed when he realized he had forgotten to undo his seatbelt. She shook her head, laughed, and reached over to press the release.
“At the rate you’re going, you may not make it out of the yard before you’re caught,” she said with a cheeky grin.
By Ceran-Pax’s orbs, this female makes me feel like a teen, he reflected with distaste.
He grabbed his bag and slid out of the transport, slamming the door harder than he meant to in his irritation. The metal bent under the force, leaving a dent the size of his hand. Mouthing a silent curse, he focused a shaft of energ
