"That reminds me," Zed spoke up. "I've had a few calls from Steele." I shifted in my seat to give him a narrow-eyed look over my shoulder. "What the fuck does he want?" Zed shrugged. "Testing the waters, was my guess. Offering assistance if we need it." "Fuck that," I muttered, still salty over their failure to keep Seph safe. Of course, it was just as much my own fault, but it was easier to lay the blame at someone else's feet.
