Chapter 45

Although confined to his mind, the silent curses coursing through Kyle’s head were enough to spur him to rise. He pressed a hand to Noa’s brow one last time, finding it warm with her lingering fever. The temperature was only slight, however, as the medicine that he had administered earlier worked its way through her system.

With a soft click of his tongue, Kyle left her side. His fingers brushed against the cool metal of his revolver, drawing it from his holster with practiced ease. Checking each bullet with a meticulous gaze, he scrutinized the silencer before reloading the gun and placing it safely away at his hip once more. This was his routine each time he strode into the world, and he followed it with a religious devotion.

As he made his way to the door, a small voice trailed after him. “Where are you going, Mister?”

“I must locate the captain’s quarters. Please inform Noa when she awakens. Stay vigilant, little one,” Kyle instructed.