“Sweetest stars,” Kimmalyn whispered over the comm, “and the Lord God that birthed them…” Jorgen cleared his throat. “Belay the retreat. Enemy defensive position eliminated. Nice work, Spin.” Shut up, I started to whisper, but bit it off. I was the one who always bragged about killing, about the way of the warrior. All of that nonsense. Hesho muted the comm. “Take your time,” he said softly. “Breathe. In and out. Focus only on each new breath.”
