Captain,” he spits, his lower lip flecked with blood.
Jace.”
rises, the warrant officer beside him helping him to his feet. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he mutters, “What the f**k’s your problem, Captain?” He glances at the blood streaked there before he flicks it away. “I thought you were grounded.”
I just know it. I get one arm free from Alden’s grip and swing at Rosser, but he jumps out of the way and my fist just glances along his stomach, not much of a blow at all. “f**k, Captain. Romero, you saw him hit me? Don’t say you didn’t.”
there? Rosser—”
won’t. Instead I kick Rosser in the thigh and turn away from the scene, leaving them all behind—Rosser, Alden, the soldiers who stop and watch us. “This isn’t over, Lieutenant,” I swear to him. “If I can’t find him, I’m
