“Why didn’t you do that before?” he demanded, “That could’ve saved us a lot of trouble.”
“It’s generally not a good idea to toss a grenade in a crowded spaceport except as the absolute last resort,” Mikhail said, though he didn’t even look at Pietro. His entire attention was focussed on Anjali and her wounded leg.
“It’s all right,” Anjali said, still leaning against him, still savouring his closeness and warmth, “I’ll heal. Just patch me up and let’s get going again.”
“It’s all right?” Pietro repeated, “Hell, you just got shot in the f*****g leg. That’s definitely not all right.”
Anjali ignored him, though Pietro did have a point. She was not all right. The shot that got her had been fired from a projectile weapon, not a blaster, which meant that there now was a bullet or — if she was
