“I’m willing to take that chance. Are you willing to make me stay here, and take the chance that I might be the one to make the difference?” When he spoke, it was so softly the others couldn’t hear him. “Why?” he asked again. “Does it matter?” “It might. To Dax.” Califa shook her head. “I don’t think anything matters to Dax.” “What matters to Dax is why in Hades there’s no sentry posted.” All the occupants of the room spun around at the sound of the mocking drawl. He stood in the doorway, hair damp and clinging, his cloak soaked at the hem, his boots muddy. And looking completely exhausted.
