“Dad, you—” His hand cramped again, and he scowled down at it, swearing under his breath. “Don’t say another word.” Gerard leaned forward to check his bandage. “I’m not going to stop you from going in there. If anyone can get in and out of Otho before they shoot it to space-dust, it’s Belethea’s champion royale team.” He flashed a grim smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “But I’m not going to be the dad that lets his son go it alone either.
