Nikita looked at her three teammates and saw the dark circles of their sleepless night. And she’d been asleep, well drugged, but she didn’t like feeling useless.
The kid who’d been watching them all so intently while she ate her ice cream leaned against Sugar’s other side and earned a hand around her shoulders. She’d watched Drake attack J-dawg as if such things happened every day.
“Yes, Swimmer Girl, she’s mine.” Sugar noticed the direction of Nikita’s attention. “Asal saved my life on an Afghan hillside and I jes’ figured that returning the favor was about the only thing I could do.”
“She fought like a demon for the kid,” J-dawg said with obvious pride. He turned back to Drake. “You’ve got a good grip. Glad you didn’t use it.” There were still five red fingerprints on his neck but he
