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A HAND SHOOK ME AWAKE. “Jennisk! Commander!” I blinked. I was still alive. “Jennisk!”
“Yes,” I said, my voice a hoarse croak. “Where is he?”
“Who was it?” Davon bellowed at me. “Who has betrayed you in this way?”
I reached out and Uhriar lifted me with one arm around my waist and the other around my shoulder. “Peter...Stevins.” I gasped. It hurt to speak. I looked down and put a hand to my chest. Blood was seeping from the gunshot wound.
“Take him to the medical wing,” Davon said sharply. “With God’s grace, he may yet live to bring justice to this traitor. And then report to the second vessel immediately, you must follow him. We have lost the coordinates to the traitorous home world.”
My vision began to gray once more, but my anger burned hotter than a supernova. I would hunt Peter Stevins down. And then I would hunt down the Vandorians and kill them all.