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Chapter Twenty Eight
Author: Perfect Pen
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Kael sat in the lit safe house, the dull ache in his ribs was crazy and it served as a reminder that he had barely survived the last encounter. The explosion had taken more out of him than he’d admit, but there was no time for rest. Pamela was still out there—somewhere—and every second wasted was a second closer to her being beyond saving. In fact he was even more angry and furious than before. What he wanted now was the taste of blood.

He clenched his jaw, pushing through the pain as he looked over the gathered team. Marcus was bandaged but standing, ever the reckless bastard. A handful of their best men remained, but their numbers were thin. Deep Space had been cutting through their ranks, tightening their grip.

Kael didn’t need a reminder that they were outgunned and outnumbered. He already knew.

“We move soon,” Kael said, his voice calm, but the weight behind it sent a chill through the room.

Marcus exhaled, shaking his head. “You’re half-broken, half our men are dead or scattered
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