At this moment, the General might be torturing the man they owed their lives to. The man Hannah loved. Quinn blinked back a surge of hot tears. Hell, they all loved Liam. Quinn did. He was freaking Wolverine. Not two weeks ago, he’d risked his hide for a stupid teenager without a second thought. She’d just lost Gran. The prospect of losing Liam was too terrible to contemplate. The cavernous room thrummed with strained silence. No one spoke.
