Chapter Thirty

Sargent

“What’s that?” Maddox asks, pointing at the white bandage on my chest. “You okay?”

“New ink,” I reply, chewing on a piece of jerky.

“Can I see?”

I shake my head. “Needs to heal a bit first. I’ll show you tomorrow.”

“Whatever.” He taps away on his phone and sighs. “Tempest is leaving...