Sara closed her eyes with an audible wince. I wasn’t sure if her reaction or my thrusts were convincing. I couldn’t think straight. My thoughts only revolved around two things: killing Jabba and our escape. The assholes had even taken the knife I had in a small holster at my ankle. I only had my own body. I’d been trained for many years to make it as lethal as possible, and it was deadlier than many weapons, but I needed proximity to use it. A sob from Sara made me look down at her again.
