Nathan was allowed only another moment to watch Lindsey staring after his grandfather’s retreating back. He heard the brief, angry growl of “Fool” that Lindsey spoke before moving to join his sleeping wife, and then Nathan was taken up again, pulled farther along the troops to the seal camp.
Nathan was not surprised to find a handful of them still awake, probably never having slept or rested as they were instructed. That young couple was dozing by the fire in the center, curled together and listening in to the conversation of those fully awake, which included a crotchety old seal Nathan really should have learned the name of by now. He was playing poker in the dirt with several others.
There was a bottle of blue-label Johnny Walker whiskey next to them, half gone. Nathan caught the end of something one of them said about worrying that their great leader, Nathan Grier, might be leading them into a trap.
So good to know everyone was behind him, Nathan thought with a grimace.