Chapter 22

"Anything for you, Commander." Emma parroted the words in a high pitch behind Rafe's back, hating the ship, but at the same time, so freaking glad to see it.

The fact that they'd made it - alive and without any gaping, bleeding holes - to the Annabelle seemed a miracle. Once the bombs had gone off and things started breaking - and she held on tight to her bladder - she thought for sure she'd die crushed under a pile of rocks or sucked against a leaking crevice, a fleshy stopper in the gap.

But they'd made it intact. Their pursuers on the other hand? Not as lucky.

If she'd thought Rafe on his own was deadly in a fight, add in a twin brother and they were unstoppable. The pair barely even paused during their flight, taking on guards and other denizens with their sharp weapons. Leaps and darts of astonishing agility. Legs thrusting out, feet arcing, the crunch as it connected, firm and devastating.